He stood in the Police Chief's office, his hands folded behind his back and his signature stern expression displayed on his handsome face.

He stared at the woman sitting opposite of him, hoing through the reports he gave her. He didn't bother speaking, as usual, letting her skim through the reports about the most recent operation.

"The kidnapping of Evelaine Ashcroft. September nineteenth."

He spoke in the typical monotone he had grown so accustomed to.