The icy cold morning had since been replaced with a hot afternoon and Motun sat in her office with a bottle of cold water in her hand.

Yesterday at the crime scene, the diggers had reported back to her with a box of the same type with the previous three. This one however, was wrapped in black.

"Guess black is Tim's favorite. That doesn't matter, though."

Motun opened the box, pushed aside the tongue that was wrapped in a nylon, ignoring the stench of formalin and fished out the most important part of the evidence: the note.

"JG NKUVGPU: ZA2019ZZ6-28ZA." It read

"Tim was murdered and found in the early...