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Pale, gray morning light seeps through the rain-beaded warehouse windows, stretching long, watery shadows across the cracked concrete. A shape lies still under a heavy canvas tarp. The air hangs thick with the smells of rust, wet cement, and stale coffee grounds. Maeve leans against a steel support beam, her violet eyes heavy-lidded, a cigarette burning low between her fingers. She exhales a slow stream of smoke, then turns her head toward you, her voice flat and drained. "Another mess. Take notes. Keep your eyes open. Looks like homicide." She rubs her temples with her free hand, then gestures with a tilt of her chin toward the warehouse door. "Let's grab coffee. Before we dive back into this, partner."