"Hello, Adalet! Hope you didn't get caught in the rain on the way to work!" Amy says shaking the water off her umbrella.

"No, it started just after I got in," Adalet replied looking up from her computer.

"I'll check the rest of today's weather forecast. Oh look, the front-page headline reads "Three Month Anniversary"," she comments as she picked up the newspaper, "I love anniversaries! It's the perfect occasion to pop a bottle of sparkling grape juice!"

"This is no party to celebrate, Amy," Andrea sighs as she joined the two, "today marks three months since Hurricane Yves hit Jazz Town."

Her face fell, "oh... that is definitely not something to drink juice over."

"Say, Adalet, why don't you visit one of the damaged neighbourhoods?" she suggested, "see if there's any way we can aid the storm victims."

Adalet nods, "I'll head out right now!"

"Great idea, I'll tag along too," Amy says pulling a poncho from her desk drawer, "I know a neighbourhood we can visit just around the corner!"

At an abandoned neighbourhood...

"Wow," Amy gasped as they walked through the destroyed neighbourhood, "I didn't realize how destroyed this neighbourhood would be, Adalet. And with the rain... Could the mood get any damper?"

"Oh, definitely... I give it two seconds," Adalet said as they turned what had been a street corner.

"Look! That poor man over there is sleeping outside!" she points to where a man was slumped on a dirty orange couch.

"We should take a look around, see if there's any way that we can help," she responds.

Adalet and Amy rushed over to the wrecked house but they saw that there was no helping the sleeping man other than by solving his murder. The poor man's throat had been slashed so deeply that you could almost see his spine. Adalet quickly scanned the area and found a faded badge on a piece of a 2X4, and a torn poncho on top of a collapsed telephone pole.

"Jeepers Creepers! The napping man is actually dead! Looks like you've stumbled upon another murder, Adalet!" Amy exclaimed seeing the large wound on the man's neck, "you'd think the killer would be considerate enough not to leave the body out in this crummy weather! What am I thinking, there's no place for consideration in a killer's mind! Sometimes I forget we're dealing with criminals, Adalet."

"Looks like our victim was cut in the neck..." Adalet examined the deep cut.

She winced, "youch! Let's hope he wasn't ticklish. And of course, Adalet, I will get the body to autopsy for you right away."

"Thanks," she thanked as the rookie got out her phone, "this smudged badge has the victim's face on it. And this ripped-up poncho... it looks like there's a message written on it!"

"If anyone can piece it back together, it's you Adalet!" she praised listening to the ringing of the call, "time to get out of my own poncho and on with the investigation!"

Adalet first decided to fix the tor poncho. She sewed up the ripped pieces with some strong thread and soon the plastic-like fabric was whole again. She spread out the poncho and saw that someone had written on the front of it in either red paint or something much worse.

"You pieced together some kind of message on that poncho, Adalet. Yikes, looks like it's written in blood!" Amy cried.

"The message reads "La vengeance est un plat..." Adalet read.

"What on earth could that mean?" she wondered.

She shrugged, "I'm not sure... but I know someone who can find out!"

"You think Russell could help us out?" she guessed, "why yes I'd be more than happy to send the poncho to him."

Amy began bagging up the poncho while Adalet dusted the name badge she had found. The writing she recovered from beside the victim's picture listed his name as Clifford Grady and that he was a weatherman on the PB Weather Channel.

"That work badge is the golden ticket, Adalet! Now we know our victim's name is..." Amy looked over Adalet's shoulder, "oh, I can't believe it! It's Clifford Grady, the weatherman! How did I not recognize him before? He was infamous in Jazz Town since he failed to warn everybody before Hurricane Yves hit."

"I can imagine he must have been," Adalet mused.

"We're lucky you found his badge, Adalet. It will give us access to his workplace so we can learn more about him. Off to the Weather Station!" she yelled.

After the body and lab sample had been taken from the scene, Adalet and Amy drove over to the weather station. They used the victim's ID badge to unlock the door to the broadcasting room and entered the large room. They looked around for anything useful and found a locked tablet on one table and an appointment card on another. They also saw an anemometer on the floor near the larger window.

"Your searching skills are top-notch, Adalet! This tablet might tell us something about our victim. I was never comfortable with deciphering... Think you can break the code?" Amy asks.

Adalet snorted, "when have I not?"

"What's this metallic thingamabob? Some sort of weather equipment?" she turned the device around in her hand, "there's something scribbled on it, but I can't make it out. And excellent, this appointment card is addressed to our victim Clifford Grady!"

"There's no other information on the card, just a woman's face..." she friend not seeing any form of contact information, "we'll just have to match it in our database to get a name!"

Adalet hooked up the tablet she'd found to her own and opened the code-breaking application. She quickly pieced together the password to the tablet and it unlocked to display a bunch of weather and static graphs.

"Wow, you unlocked that tablet fast, Adalet!" Amy comments, "it shows some sort of graph with a declining slope..."

"And they belong to the weather station," Adalet pointed to the logo in the top right-hand corner.

"Oh! Way to spot the weather station's logo! This tablet is definitely connected to our victim," she says.

"Let's send the tablet to the lab!" she said handing it to the rookie.

Since her tablet was already to uses, Adalet took a picture of the woman on the appointment card and sent it through the database. She compares the woman's features to some of the ones one file and soon had a complete image to work with. A name came up with the woman's face and a brief description of what she did.

"Way to go, Adalet, you matched the face on our victim's appointment card to a certain Madeleine Deville, a therapist in Jazz Town!" Amy cheered, "so it means our victim was one of her patients... But why would he be seeing a therapist?"

"Only one way to find out!" Adalet replied.

"I agree Adalet, we should pay this Madeleine a visit!"

Before they did that, Adalet picked up the anemometer and her brush. She dusted the base of the device and the powder clung to the markings on the metal. She blew off all the extra powder and was able to read the message written on it.

"Yves is on you, Grady"." Adalet read, "well, "Yves" must refer to Hurricane Yves that hit three months ago, and "Grady" is obviously our victim... And it's signed by someone named Peggy Pascal."

"I'll call Hannah to see if we can get some insight on this person," Amy said quickly dialling the techie, "Hi Hannah, I need some background information on a Miss Peggy Pascal. Would you be able to look her up?"

"You mean "kooky Pascal"? I knew Peggy in high school! She was a bit of an outcast, always sitting out on the school roof during storms," Hannah tells them, "rumour has it she got struck by lightning once, that's why her hair's so big. Now she works full time as a Storm Chaser."

"Chasing storms for a living?" she frowns, "sounds dangerous."

"Dangerous or not, we should see why she sent that message to our victim," Adalet responds, "let's go talk to Peggy!"

Adalet and Amy dropped the tablet off at the station on their way to Madeleine Deville's office building. They showed themselves into her private office and found the therapist sitting behind her desk.

"Mrs. Deville, I'm Capt. Adalet," introduced Adalet, "one of your patients, Clifford Grady, was discovered dead this morning, and we found your appointment card in his belongings.

"So someone finally finished him off, eh? That's one less migraine I'll have to deal with," Madeleine smiled happily.

"migraine? We are dealing with a murder!" Amy reminded shocked, "I don't think you understand the severity of the situation, Mrs. Deville."

"Don't pity him, doll. Grady failed to forecast Hurricane Yves, and yet he didn't care, not an ounce of guilt in his body! He complained about his other trivial problems like his allergy to cats," she growled, "but he wouldn't even man up and apologize to Jazz Town for not doing his job! He was remorseless, selfish, and always put his feet on my pillows! He sure needed therapy, I just wish it didn't have to be with me!"

They thanked Madeline for the information and left to go find Peggy. Hannah had texted them the address of a trailer park where the storm chaser would normally stay. They found the large white van that Peggy lived in and knocked on the back doors. A young woman with bright, bushy orange/red hair threw them open and jumped out onto the ground.

"Peggy, do you recognize this device?" Adalet asks holding up the anemometer.

"What a beauty. That device is a grade A titanium anemometer, used to measure wind speed. It's the very machine I used to predict Hurricane Yves!" Peggy smirked proudly, "I saw it approaching from miles away... I felt its force rush through my bones! It was a storm that legends would be made about!"

"Err... I don't seem to get your point, Miss Pascal. What does this have to do with Clifford Grady?" Amy inquired.

"Don't you see? Our fair-weather friend told everyone that nothing spectacular would happen that day! So I chased him down, told him to warn people to take cover!" she shouts, "but that stubborn man wouldn't listen to me! So many people died, when it should have been his life taken instead!"

"That's a harsh statement, Miss Pascal, considering Mr. Grady was found murdered this morning," she informed.

"Murdered?" she raised an eyebrow, "I didn't know, but oh, the irony... The man who wouldn't listen finally got silenced."

Autopsy Victim's Body...

"This certainly was a cut-throat murder. And by cut-throat, I mean his throat was cut right open!" Roxie laughs.

"Roxie! That's ghastly!" Amy gasped.

"I thought it was clever. But jokes aside, the victim bled to death after his carotid artery was sliced open by some sort of circular saw blade, or so it appears from the multiple puncture points. I'm getting the sense that this guy was a pain in the neck... Oh give me a break!" she rolled her eyes at the looks she received, "the victim must have been pushed into the couch Adalet found him in, based on his position and all the bruises I found on his chest. So using my brilliant deductive skills, I ran a scan on his clothing where he was pushed and sure enough, I found traces of cat hair!"

"Cat hair? Hmm, that means..." Amy hums.

"That our killer owns a cat!" Adalet cut her off.

They thanked Roxie for her work and walked across the station to Russell's office. The profiler had the poncho laid out on his large table.

"A fascinating subject we have here," Russell starts as soon as they hand entered, "a simple test confirmed that the writing on the poncho was indeed painted with the victim's blood."

"Painted? That's awful! How can someone turn murder into an art project!" Amy cried.

"This is more than just finger painting. The message is the beginning of a common French saying, translating to-

"Revenge is a dish best served cold." Adalet supplied.

Russell blinked, "yes... I forgot you were from Canada, Adalet."

She shrugged, "I'm a master of languages."

"This quote about revenge, combined with using a poncho which connotes both bleak forecasts and the need for self-protection... Oh yes, it all connects," he assured, "our killer wrote this message not as a warning but rather as a personal memorabilia for committing the murder!"

"What?! When I think of memorabilia, I think of snow globes," Amy states, "not bloody ponchos!"

"The use of French either connotes a need to sound sophisticated, otherwise a desire to be secretive and conceal one's actions... I'm not sure yet," Russell admitted.

"Well, nothing can escape Adalet! We've learned one thing for sure... The killer knows French!" she grinned.

They left the profiler's office and headed across the hall to the tech lab to see what Hannah had gotten out of the tablet they'd sent over.

"I looked at the tablet you found, Adalet, and it shows the viewership ratings for Jazz Town Station, the TV station your victim worked for," Hannah explains, "the line suddenly plummets on this day three months ago, and continues to decline every day after. Can we guess what happened on that day?"

"Three months ago..." Amy thought back, "that's about when they cancelled the series Snappy Days, which follows a family of snapping turtles from the 1950's -"

"No, Amy, three months ago was when Hurricane Yves hit!" she corrected.

"Oh, how could I forget!" she flushed embarrassed.

"Hannah, do you know who the CEO is?" Adalet asks.

"Good point, Adalet," Hannah says pulling up the man's profile, "might be smart to speak with Richie Lacroix, the CEO of Jazz Town Station. I'll get his contact info for you!"

After they had what they needed, Adalet and Amy speed back over to the weather station. They walked through the halls to the CEO's office and knocked on his door. Richie opened it shortly and they informed him of his murdered weatherman.

"Grady? Murdered? I wouldn't know anything about that. I fired that incompetent prick yesterday after the viewership ratings came in," Richie told them, "because of him, my station's been boycotted! I've had to cancel almost all my shows!"

"Boycotted? As in people stopped watching your channel?" questioned Amy.

"That's right, sugar," he glares, "he had one simple job to do. Yet he manages to screw it up, and now I'm the one who has to suffer!"

"I don't mean to contradict you, Mr. Lacroix," she apologizes, "but a lot of other people also suffered from the storm. Some lost their homes, their possessions, even family members..."

"Save the sappy stories, sweetie," he cut her off, "I'm a man of business, and when my business is going down the crapper, now that's tragedy!"

Back at the station...

"Well if there's one thing you've uncovered from our investigation, Adalet, it's that the victim was not your typical friendly neighbourhood weatherman," Amy says.

"You could say that again!" Adalet agreed.

"He didn't listen to the warnings of Peggy Pascal, and now the town blames him for the storm. His boss Richie Lacroix fired him for the drop in the TV Station's ratings," she began to summarize, "and Madeleine Deville wasn't so keen on being the victim's therapist. I must say, this is one of the murkiest cases we've had so far. Thankfully you've uncovered that the killer knows French and has a cat... That's a start!"

"Adalet, I need you to head over to the victim's home immediately!" Andrea orders, "we just got a call from a Mrs. Agatha Christmas, who was our victim's landlady! She said someone broke into the victim's courtyard last night. She heard the news about Grady's murder and sounded terrified!"

"Someone tried to break into our victim's home right before he was murdered? Adalet... do you think it could be the killer?!" Amy wondered.

"You won't know for sure unless you investigate the courtyard. Go have a word with the landlady while you're there to get the full story," the chief ordered, "I'm counting on you, Adalet!"

At the victim's house, with Agatha Christmas...

"Boy did I have the heebie-jeebies last night!" Agatha shivers, "I heard footsteps outside in my courtyard and knew those weren't Grady's stinky feet!"

"Did you see who it was who broke in?" Adalet asked.

"You must be jesting me! I didn't dare leave my room!" she cried, "frankly I'm not surprised that this would happen, nor that Grady was murdered!"

"You knew Clifford Grady would be killed?" she cocked an eyebrow.

"It was only a matter of time. People have been sending death threats to my house to scare him! People even egged my courtyard... I've got yolk all up in my daffodils!" she waved over to a bed of flowers, "I feared for my own life and that of my baby kittens! I begged that man to leave, but he just wouldn't go! Maybe now he's gone I can finally have some peace!"

They thanked Agatha for speaking with them and then began searching the courtyard. Adalet found a weed wacker resting on the ground under the fountain, while Dean and Hunter found some torn paper just a few feet away.

"Nice investigating, Adalet! This paper's been torn to pieces... They don't like to make the job easy for us... But you'll piece it together no problem!" Amy declared, "and you also found a weed whacker? Those things are so practical for cutting grass around the house! But wait... Those are blood stains on it!"

"And Roxie said the victim's throat was cut with some kind of circular saw..." Adalet recalls, "this could be the murder weapon!"

"Yuck," she stuck out her tongue, "I don't think I'll be trimming the lawn for a while... but I agree Adalet, we should collect a blood sample just in case."

Adalet examined the blade of the weed wacker first. The blood was mostly dried to the metal, but she managed to find some wet sections to take the sample from. She swabbed the blood off the blade and dropped the stick with cotton into a vial to keep the sample clean.

"You really have a gift for collecting blood samples, Adalet, even off gardening tools!" Amy praised, "is it just me or does that blood look a bit... off-colour?"

Adalet nodded, "I was just thinking the same thing... but it's not something I've seen before."

"Alright, I'll get this to the lab for you!" she promised, taking the sample.

Adalet then picked up the torn paper. She laid them out of the stone floor and arranged them into the correct order. she taped up all of the pieces back together and picked up the repaired paper.

"What in the world is drawn on that sketch you put back together, Adalet?" Amy asked.

"There's a message that says "Grady, this is urgent" on it, meaning it was meant for the victim!" Adalet replied.

"And all these calculations... just looking at them is giving me a headache!" she complained.

"Then let's send it to Hannah!"

Analyze Tainted Blood and Sketch...

"Good catch there Adalet. The blood found on the weed whacker indeed matches the blood of our victim," Yann told them.

"So the weed whacker really is our murder weapon!" Amy cheered.

"Yup. The blood also had a strange orange, powdery tint to it. It was tainted by an external substance, which amalgamated with the blood after the wound was opened," he explains, "I determined what the substance was using microscopic examination and a bit of olfactory senses... It's none other than good ol' Cajun spices."

"Oh that shakes things up a bit, doesn't it Adalet?" she smirked, "now we know that our killer eats Cajun food!"