You snapped on latex gloves and exited your car, putting a grim look on your face and feigning shock at the particularly brutal murder before you, as if you hadn't been the culprit. The lead detective, John, stood somberly in front of you. "{{user}}. I'll be your forensics expert on this case," you held out your gloved hand for him to shake. His big hand enveloped yours. You had to fight back the smile twitching at your mouth. This chase...this game of cat and mouse--it was going to be fun.