Hebrew nodded and walked out of the police station. Again, his feet walked faster than he thought. Somewhat he found this case interesting, and now he wanted to be in this case.

"I'll take you there..." Mr Winchester said, who seemed to have been following Hebrew since he left his chamber.

He nodded quietly and sat in the front seat of Winchester's car.

"The under-bridge area has been sealed right now. No one may go so… even if you'll mention me they won't let you in." Hebrew nodded and kept his gaze in his front.

"By the way...my coffee is still due, Mr Winchester..." Hebrew said, and Winchester laughed out loud.

"How can you imagine such things at such times?"

"Not a compliment, it seems..." Hebrew objected.

"It is. It definitely is..." Winchester insisted and Hebrew just nodded as he looked out of the window.

Within ten minutes, they reached the scene. Hebrew, now, could see barriers of police covering the area from above the road as the car gradually slowed down. He descended from the car wearing his long overcoat and hat while his neck was covered with a brown muffler.

He walked down the slope leading to the crime scene and as he reached near. The officers standing there looked at him with confusion and frowns.

"Sorry, sir but-" Hebrew sighed in frustration

"He's with me!" Mr Winchester said from behind, interrupting the officer.

"Sorry, sir..." He lowered his eyes. Hebrew bent a bit towards his ear and whispered.

"All you say is... sorry..." the officer glared up, and he shrugged with a smirk.

Hebrew passed through the police barrier nearing the lying corpse of the lady wearing a coat suit, carbon black coloured while the inner shirt she wore was grey.

"This is the victim-" he showed the back of his hand to Mr Winchester who was standing behind as to stop him.

He went near the body and squatted down to get a proper look at her face.

"It is not distorted..." he thought.

Many things were going through his mind. The woman neither seemed much younger nor much older. Nearly in her twenty... five...?

"Her age?" He asked out.

"Twenty-nine," Winchester quickly replied, and Hebrew nodded.

Her throat had been slit perfectly, making a thin line concluding that the person is quite a professional with knives.

"Where did she used to work?"

"She worked as a server in a nearby restaurant."

"Her relatives?" He questioned further.

"We found no one, no missing complaint so far..." And this struck his head.

From what he had heard during the phone call in the morning said something else...

"A murder has been reported." Winchester had informed Hebrew earlier on the call, but what else he heard differed from what Winchester says now...

"You know this is the same lady which went missing two weeks ago, and they filed her missing report..."

"Oh yeah! Now I remember...yeah, it quite devastated her family member when he came here..."

'This conversation could've been overheard even by a six-year-old too, how clearly it could be heard in the loudness of all those telephone rings and indistinct chatters on the other side.' Hebrew thought.

'So why is Winchester hiding it from me?' Hebrew questioned himself.

"You're sure?" He interrogated and glared at him with his piercing eyes.

Little did Winchester hesitate, but he still claimed confidently,

"Yeah, I'm sure!"

Hebrew nodded, but he knew there was something Winchester was hiding. But he also knew that asking him directly will welcome more lies and excuses. So he knew he had to find it himself.

"Excuse me..." Hebrew came out of the police barriers.

"So...what do you think?" Winchester followed him a few steps behind.

Hebrew stopped and turned around.

"Maybe we can solve..."

Winchester laughed in relief and patted his shoulder.

"I knew you would!" he exclaimed delightfully...

~~~~

Now Hebrew stood in front of a glass board hung just above the fireplace. The fire lit in the fireplace was lightening his face brightly, but his surrounding was all dark.

He sunk in his thoughts; he was so concentrated on it he didn't realise when the glass board lit up as the door behind him opened and when someone switched on the lights.

"This will never work!" The woman yelled.

"Who the hell are you to snatch my case from me?" She turned Hebrew abruptly from his shoulder...