Motun stepped out of the car and hurried into the building. She turned right into the forensics department. Dorathy had told her she would be there. She was late already and John Bull's team would soon be there. Getting there, she was surprised to see James hovering over the table. What was he doing there? Dorathy stood facing on the other side. There were evidences lying around. A choking smell hit Motun's nose.

"Formalin. Shit!" She cursed silently.

James noticed her presence and on seeing the look on her face, he scoffed and said,

"What? You thought I was at the conference?"

"This formalin could wreck one's nose. What the...