After most of the detectives had cleared out of the room, only the Crime Scene Investigation Unit remained, the three agents began to walk down the stairs, boots ticking.

“But this doesn’t make any sense. Why would he plant fake blood on the victim if the chest wound had already killed him?” David scratched his beard, throwing his hands out from

his body.

“Did you see the ‘stabbings’ on his body? It was overkill. If it wasn’t for the real knife that entered his heart, Turner would be completely fine, minus maybe a concussion from the abduction. Blitz attack,” Bailey gestured to a bag with the contents being a realistic looking plastic knife and the thick, bright cherry blood. CSI did not collect the real knife however, the suspect might have had other plans for such an item.

The three of them wandered out of the house, flipping their shades on the shield the blazing sun. “What are you saying agent Bailey?”

“We are looking,” Simon smiled his ever charming genuine smile. “For a delusional psychopath… And he won’t stop these killings until the voices stop. All we can do now is wait for another scene to show up,” Simon clicked his tongue, David racing behind the two to try to keep up with their long legs. “In the meantime, do you guys know any Prawn shop around here? I’m itching for some sea food.”

Diane Boyd did a little squeal as Simon stepped into the passenger seat of the FBI’s

black SUV.

“Oh come on, David, can’t you tell I am very British? Can’t expect me to drive this kind of car through a place like California. Now, hop in.”

Reynolds fumbled with confusion, stepping into the driver's seat of the SUV.

“So boys,” Boyd leaned over to the other agents from the back seat of

the car. “Where to?”

“I’d say the station, but I think David here could use some prawn, what do you say, mate? Just a quick stop, on the way?”

David stared from Diane to Simon, in disbelief of this new FBI team. A smile crept onto his face after a while. “God, you guys are insane,” he stepped on the gas.

“Amazing too,” Boyd laid back into her seat, peering out the window into the fog.

“Don’t forget bloody brilliant,” Simon added. He smiled, staring ahead into the Pier.

And with that, all three agents smiled and chuckled yelling, “Oh what a fantastic first case!” as David Reynolds drove into the emerging fog of San Francisco, California.