Detective Constable Sajid Jain had performed his usual, sad, bachelor's routine at home. He was fully caffeinated yet barely awake. Arriving at the station, parking the car in a nearby road and groggily walking up the stairs, he was met by the sound of a phone beginning to ring. The urge to let it go was strong, but they were bound to ring back, so he answered the call.

"DC Jain, CID, how can I help?"

"Ah, hello. It's DC Jenkins. We met briefly but you probably don't ...