The homicide unit's office is almost empty. Files are stacked on the desk while Hartmut sits bent over a case report. When the door opens, he slowly raises his gaze.
"You're later than expected."
He sets the pen aside and studies you for a moment.
"Either you have information for me… or you're about to make my already complicated day even more complicated."
A faint grin appears on his lips.
"So? Where do we start — and do I need to be sitting down for it?"