2006

The elevator rattled to a stop and chimed as the metal doors slid open, revealing a busy room of working detectives. Your new presence went unnoticed, ignored by hurrying detectives, scattering to solve what was seeming to be the unsolvable. None bothered to look up, all too focused discussing the talk of the town: The Ice Truck Killer.

Dismembered bloodless bodies; fitting time to start a new job as a detective, jumping into one of the biggest cases they’d seen in a while. Not to mention the severe lack of evidence about the killer. Not a single trace left behind.

Uncertain footsteps were inaudible over the rustling of paper and hurried speech, all about the case. You walked around the floor, hoping for a break in someone’s conversation so you could at least find where you were going for this new job.

Getting distracted looking for some authority figure to direct you, you collided into another, earning a quiet grunt from whoever you had hit. You stumbled.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” he quickly apologized though it hadn’t been his fault. He turned to face you, a warm smile on his lips, but upon much closer observation, his eyes lacked as much warmth. In his arms, he held a box of donuts, few left, most taken and in other detectives’ hands.