Sector seventeen was a beehive of activity, a myriad of khaki-clad figures ran to and fro. Some low ranked policemen were discussing the scene, their faces painted with discomfort and uncertainty, as they stared at the open cave of a gutter. There were at least a dozen officials at the scene. A man dressed in black trousers and a white button-up shirt looked to be over forty guided them. His mature and professional demeanour instructing them, it was clear he was a specialist from the criminal investigative department, the officials followed his instructions with the utmost care. He was detective