"Welcome to White Peaks, Capt. Adalet! The district's named after its beautiful mountains. Even though we're here to work, if you get a chance you should visit the forest, the camping grounds, even the caves," Andrea advises, "it's packed with tourists, but luckily we've got a local here who can show you the ropes!"

"Hi there Adalet! Ready for me to guide you around my district?" Amy asks zipping up her parka, "there's so much to show you . . . you might even meet my family."

"That would be nice," Adalet replied pulling on her own jacket.

"But first stop, I got us two tickets to the Frosty Cup! It's the biggest winter sports competition in all of Pacific Bay!" she says holding up the tickets, "we better get to our seats quickly, though. It's the first year that women can compete in the Ski Jump, and it's about to start! Let's go!"

At the Frosty Cup . . .

"Nice view, huh Adalet?" Amy asks returning to her seat with an ice-cream cone in hand, "and I even managed to get one of my favourite King Dairy ice cream treats just in time!"

"Thank you all for coming! Let's kick off the Frosty Cup with the first-ever Women's Ski Jump event! First athlete up . . . the amazing Anjulie Cruz! This is history being made ladies and gentlemen, the first woman to go down the Frosty Cup ramp!" the ski announcer says over the speakers, the form of a woman on top of the hill could be made out from the crowd, "and there she goes! She's gaining speed down the ramp . . . She's about to take off- Holy smokes!!! Anjulie Cruz has just been . . . cut in half??!?!"

The crowd gasped as they watched the severed halves of the skier landed on the snow-covered ground at the bottom of the hill. Anjulie's upper half had landed on its back with a look of horror frozen on her face as the Frosty Cup security team made quick work of guiding the crowd out of the stands.

"Oh . . . My . . ." Amy gasped shocked, "how did that happen?! What should we do, Adalet?"

"Investigate!" Adalet answers jumping over the fence, her dogs running to follow her.

"You're right, we need to investigate immediately!" she agreed following her partner's lead.

They raced down to the ski ramp and hurried to tape off the area before anyone could have the chance to contaminate it. They picked up one of Anjulie's ski shoes that somehow managed to fly off of her foot sometime during the jump. The second thing that they picked up was a pink cellphone near the sidelines with a picture of their victim as its lock screen.

"I can't believe it! Anjulie Cruz was going down the ski ramp at full speed and then . . . she suddenly got cut in two?!" Amy cried as she began dialling Roxie's number.

"I may just be a skater, but people don't get cut-in-half from skiing!" Adalet states, "this had to be a premeditated murder! And on the grand opening of the Frosty Cup!"

"This is terrible news. Hopefully, Roxie can give us some more insight at autopsy. Let's get the body to the lab!" she says holding the phone up to her ear, "thankfully you picked up some clues. Look at this phone: there's a woman skier on it who looks just like our victim! Do you think you can unlock it, Adalet?"

"Yes, and I think this is one of our victim's ski shoes! It must have come off during the murder," she guesses, "and there seems to be some faded writing."

While Amy was talking to Roxie, Adalet began examining the ski boot. She dusted the crevasse of the boot with a brush until it had sunk into the markings. She shook off all of the excess powder so that she could see what had been carved into the boot.

"Whoa, the message you revealed on Anjulie's ski shoe says "Enjoy your last jump" . . . sounds like a threat!" Amy comments as she came over to Adalet.

"Whoever wrote this message knew it would be Anjulie's last jump down the mountain . . ." Adalet muses.

"So what you're saying is . . . The person who wrote this message must be the killer!" she concluded, "I'm with you on this one Adalet, let's send this shoe to the lab!"

Adalet handed her the ski boot before picking up the victim's cell phone. It wasn't hard to unlock the device, and the first thing she did was check who Anjulie had been last in contact with. There had been numerous calls back and forth between the victim and some other person, but the number wasn't associated with any name.

"Way to unlock Anjulie's phone, Adalet!" Amy cheered, "I hate to go through it without her permission but, considering she's dead, we have no choice."

"Looks like her last calls were from this same number, 425-606-3257 . . ." Adalet reads.

"Wait a minute . . ." she paused in thought, "holy cannoli! I recognize that number . . . Oh dear me! That's Bobby Prince's number!"

"Ah... should I know who that is?" she inquired.

"Sorry to get all flustered Adalet, it's just . . . the reason I know that number is because Bobby was my high school sweetheart!" she explained with a large smile, "oh Bobby Prince! We went our separate ways after I pursued the police force but . . . I can't believe it! It'll be so nice to talk to him again!"

"Well then, I guess since you know who he is, it won't be too hard to talk to him, right Amy?" she asks with a smirk.

"Of course Adalet, we're going to talk to him strictly for investigation purposes . . ." she responds playing with her hair, "but my hair looks okay, doesn't it?"

After telling Amy that yes, her hair looked fine, and after waiting a little longer for some backup to arrive and take over the scene, Adalet and Amy left the ski jump. Amy drove through the snowy roads of White Peaks to the trail leading to the field where she says that Bobby would always spend his free time.

"Amy? Is that you? Look at you in that fancy police coat, all grown up!" Bobby remarks as he approached the two women as they exited the hummer.

"Hi, Bobby boo . . . I mean, Bobby. And gee, thanks. It's so great to see you-" Adalet elbowed Amy, "sorry, Adalet you're right, we're here to work. Bobby, we know you were the last one to call Anjulie Cruz, the ski jumper, just before she went down the ramp."

"Yes," he sighs, "I had called to wish her good luck at the Frosty Cup. It's terrible what happened, and awful that she died doing the one thing she loved. I used to see Anjulie out here pretty often."

"Out here, you say?" she questioned.

"Yup. Maybe you didn't know, Amy, but I come here to the mountains a lot . . ." he gestured to the large mountains covered in snow behind them, "to get in touch with nature . . . living like a real man."

"That sounds a bit wild . . . but so exciting . . ." she blushed.

"Well Bobby," Adalet jumped in as Amy was starting to get lost in thought, "seeing as you called Anjulie several times before her death, we need to know if you had some sort of relationship with her."

"I'm sorry, but there's not much I can tell you, other than I saw her last night at the hotel lobby. I wish I could be of more help," Bobby answered, "but I hope you get to the bottom of this, Amy. And maybe after we can go grab a cup of coffee?"

They thanked Bobby for his help before getting back in the car to leave the mountains.

"Bobby seemed pretty impressed with my police coat, didn't he?" Amy gushed.

"Yes, he did," Adalet chuckled lightly.

"I'm sorry for getting giddy Adalet . . ." she apologizes, "I know he was the last person to call our victim, but you don't actually believe he could be the killer, do you?"

"It's too early to tell," she answered, "but he did mention seeing Anjulie at the hotel lobby. So let's go see if there's anything there to help with our case!"

Amy directed Adalet to the hotel where all of the Frosty Cup athletes were staying during the event. They entered the lobby and looked around for clues. They picked up a pink sports bag with the victim's name on it, and some torn fabric off of one of the armchairs near the fireplace.

"You managed to find Anjulie's sports bag! I bet you'll dig up a hot lead from there!" Amy guesses, "and I'm sure I'll get the answer when you piece it back together!"

Adalet picked up the torn pieces of fabric first. She carefully sewed each piece back to its matching one, and once she had the last one stitched up, she tied off the string and cut off all the excess thread.

"How neat, you pieced together a fun t-shirt!" Amy remarks as she admired the blue t-shirt.

"Hey, it has our victim on it! There's a phrase that reads "A King for the Queen of the Slopes" Adalet read frowning, "a "King for the Queen"?"

"Do you think Hannah could tell us more about who made the t-shirt and why they chose that quote?" she inquired.

She nodded, "we better send it to her!"

Adalet handed the shirt to Amy before picking up their victim's sports bag. She unzipped the bag and began going through the contents pulling out pairs of gloves and mittens, ski goggles, some hats and earmuffs, and a faded card.

"Way to find that card under all the sports equipment in Anjulie's sports bag Adalet! It's such a pretty card too!" Amy says looking at the small paper, "looks like the text on it is faded though. Want to go over it with the powder kit? I'm sure you'll have no problem!"

Adalet got out her dusting kit and began powdering up the paper. There was a lot of missing writing on the paper, but she eventually recovered all of it so that it was now able to be read.

"The card says "Dear Anjulie, we're counting on you! Love, Sharon White". Sounds like our star had a lot of pressure to succeed," Adalet commented.

"What's that, Adalet? You think we should chat with Sharon White to see how she knew Anjulie?" Amy asks.

"Good idea!" she agreed.

After sending the t-shirt over to the lab, Adalet and Amy returned to the ski slopes to look for Sharon White. They had searched up a picture of her to see what she looked like, and it wasn't very long before they found the woman they were looking for.

"I can't believe Anjulie is dead!" Sharon cries, "and from going down the ski ramp! To think it could have been me!"

"Her death was truly a tragedy. Are you a ski jumper as well, Sharon?" Adalet asks seeing the skis in the woman's hand.

"Yes, that's how I knew Anjulie. Both of us were frustrated that women ski jumpers couldn't compete in the Frosty Cup. And so we worked together to try to prove to everyone that women can and should be allowed to compete. After so much resistance, we finally got what we deserve," she said proudly, "it was a huge win for all women athletes, and her jump should have been a big moment, the first woman to ski jump in the Frosty Cup! But now, everyone will forget our achievement and only remember that she got killed! This is a tragedy, not only losing Anjulie but for the image of women's sports!"

Later at the station...

"You brought me a sliced victim Adalet? Why that's the greatest thing since sliced bread!" Roxie laughed at her morbid joke.

"Roxie! That's a tasteless thing to say!" Amy scolds.

"You're right, sliced bread isn't all that tasty. So let's see here . . . according to Adalet, the victim was cut in two just as she was launching off the ski jump ramp," she explains, "considering the speed she went down the mountain, the only plausible weapon that could cut her would have been something thin placed at the end of the ramp. Something thin and invisible to go unnoticed . . . That means our victim was definitely cut by a taut wire at the end of the ramp."

"What?! A wire? How twisted! You didn't see a wire on the crime scene, did you Adalet?" Amy inquired.

Adalet thought back, "no... but it's possible that with all the confusion after Anjulie's jump, the killer took down the wire and hid it?"

"We aren't dealing with a half-wit criminal, are we Adalet?" she sighed.

"Maybe not a half-wit, but the killer sure liked things cut in half! Oh boy, I'm on fire! Anyway, I still managed to find a unique substance on the victim's body where she was cut: highly refined oil," Roxie brings them back to the body, "based on the oil's composition, making it resistant to extreme temperatures, I could tell it is used specifically for snowmobiles. I'm thinking that the killer used the snowmobile oil to grease the wire on the ski ramp, making it less visible."

"Anyway, excellent work Adalet, we know one thing for sure . . . the killer has a snowmobile!" Amy wrote down the fact.

They left the morgue and headed across the station to Yann's lab to see if he was able to get anything from their victim's boot.

"Ah, Adalet, I have to say the fresh mountain air is doing wonders for my spirits after everything that happened in Jazz Town. I feel . . . refreshed, at last!" Yann says his body absent of all the stress he had endured the past month, "anyway, I took a closer look at the engravings on the ski shoe Adalet brought me, and I noticed that the writing must have been scratched with a particular object. To get a better idea, I checked the shoe for any unusual substances. In the scratched marks I found traces of two unique types of cheese: gruyère and Emmental."

"You found... cheese on the bottom of her shoe?" Adalet frowned, "did our victim walk through a cheese factory before her jump?"

"I called up the local Swiss restaurant and sure enough, they confirmed that gruyère and Emmental melted together make the perfect recipe for a classic dish . . . fondue!" he explained with a hum, "therefore the message must have been written using a fondue stick! So the killer must have enjoyed a delicious meal before the crime."

"Murder is anything but cheesy," how Amy was able to say that with a straight face, we may never know, "but thanks to Adalet we now know a piece of evidence . . . that the killer eats fondue!"

After thanking Yann for the information, Adalet and Amy crossed the hall to the tech lab to check in with Hannah on the t-shirt.

"Celebrities these days, they get their faces on everything! Though personally, I find it a bit creepy to wear another person's face. Anyway, the shirt reads "A King for the Queen of the Slopes". The queen must refer to Anjulie. So that leaves the question . . . who is the king?" Hannah wonder out loud, "taking a closer look, we can see Anjulie is holding an ice cream cone . . . therefore it didn't take much to deduce that "king" refers to King Dairy, the ice cream brand."

"Oh, I absolutely love King Dairy ice cream!" Amy declared happily.

"So did Anjulie apparently. King Dairy sponsors Anjulie, and for quite a good price. She gets almost half a million dollars in endorsements from them," she informs, "I did a bit of digging and found that a man named Calvin Ono is the head of sponsorships at King Dairy."

"Wow," she gasped, "how cool is that to be sponsored by my favourite ice cream company! Should we go speak to Calvin Ono Adalet?"

"Without a doubt, Amy!" Adalet replied, "ready to go?"

Amy nodded, "I'm right behind you!"

Hannah gave them the address of a chalet where Calvin was staying during the duration of the Frosty Cup. adalet and Amy drove out to the large resort of cabins and knocked on the one belonging to their suspect. A crying man answered the door and wordlessly ushered them inside of the warm chalet.

"I can't believe it! Anjulie, my gem, is dead! This is atrocious! Ludicrous! Bonkers! What am I going to do!" Calvin wails.

"Please calm down, Mr. Ono. How long have you sponsored the victim?" Adalet inquired trying to distract the man for a moment.

"Since she was practically a child! I discovered her years ago when I saw her on the slopes eating a King Dairy ice cream bar. She was just a kid then, but she told me her dream was to be in the Frosty Cup. And I could tell she had the face of a winner. So I convinced the King Dairy team to sponsor her, and I've worked endlessly on endorsements to get her, and our brand, out in the public," Calvin says growing excited for a moment, "finally all that work paid off when she was asked to be the face of the Frosty Cup! Thanks to me, our very own King Dairy girl became a celebrity! But then she got killed! Her life, my hard work, everything was all for naught! Not even an ice cream cone can turn my spirits around!"

Back at the office . . .

"What a case, Adalet! Right when I come home to White Peaks, we are already faced with a murder!" Amy complains, "and the death of a celebrity at that! Even worse, she got killed doing the one thing she loved . . . ski jumping."

"So far all we've got are a crying ski jumper and a hysterical sponsor, both pretty distraught about Anjulie's death," Adalet remarks.

"And then there's Bobby . . ." she sighs twirling a piece of her hair, "he's all grown-up with a beard now, but still young at heart . . ."

She cleared her throat, "Amy?"

"Oh my, I'm getting flustered, I need a little breather. Can you hand me that Girly Gossips magazine over there? Just to distract myself a bit," she explained.

She picked up the magazine, "oh, our victim is on the cover!"

"What's that, Adalet? Anjulie is on the cover of the magazine? Do you think it's okay to indulge in some gossip, even if she's dead?" she questioned.

"Let's see here . . ." she flips to the article, "Have we got Trouble in Love? Ski jumper and Frosty Cup poster girl Anjulie Cruz was seen last night getting in an argument with her boyfriend of two years" . . . Bobby Prince?!"

"Bobby was dating Anjulie and didn't tell me?! That's withholding information . . . and that's a crime!" Amy shouts clearly very angry, "why didn't Bobby tell me he was dating Anjulie? He shouldn't keep that information from us . . . Let's talk to him now! He needs to get his story straight!"

"Okay, deep breaths, Amy, deep breaths," Adalet orders in a calm voice.

"Sorry, Adalet, sometimes when I'm stressed out I start talking to myself," she apologized.

That got a chuckle from the captain, "and who doesn't? Anyway, if they were arguing last night in the Hot Springs, it'd be a good idea to go investigate."

"I'll go clear the area so you can search. Let's go, Adalet!"

Adalet and Amy headed back out to the forest where they had originally talked to Bobby about Anjulie's death.

"Bobby," Amy glares at her ex-boyfriend, "you said you barely knew Anjulie, and yet you were fighting with her in the Girly Gossips magazine! You lied to the police . . . to me!"

"I didn't mean to lie to you, honey bear-"

"I'm not your honey bear anymore," she reminded him coldly, "and Capt. Adalet needs to know the truth!"

"Okay, sorry! So yeah, Capt. Adalet, I was dating Anjulie, I didn't see why I needed to say it earlier, that would have just been awkward for everyone! But if you want to know why we were fighting in that magazine photo, it's because she dumped me! I cried all the way home on my snowmobile!" Bobby explains frantically, "now that she's a celebrity, she says she couldn't be seen with someone like me. Can you believe the nerve? She even cancelled our date for that night . . . I was making her fondue! How can she think she's too good for my fondue?"

"So . . . that means you're single now?" Amy questioned curiously.

"Yes, and I'll never date someone like her again," he declares firmly, "she thought she could just break my heart in two like that? That girl had it coming!"