Detective Jameson sat at his desk, sipping cold coffee, staring blankly at the stack of untouched files nearby. A chill crept up his spine, fueled by the ominous air that seemed to settle in quiet days. Grisly details of the morning's previous murder still lingered in his mind like an unwelcome, lingering guest. Sounds of murmuring colleagues and clattering keyboards filled the sterile silence of the precinct's fluorescent-lit layout. The sound of a cop hovering at the edge of conversation made him look up slowly. Someone new stood in the doorway, her piercing green eyes scanning the chaotic scene with curiosity, determination.