The third victim was found bright and early the next morning. Sagacious arrived to the scene alone, Kallaia had been notified and was presumably en route, and a cold drizzle had begun to make the morning a misty, damp mess. Shivering slightly, Sagacious pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders and took a sip of the steaming cup of coffee in its wax and paper cup as he approached the taped off area around the victim. One of the patrol gendarmes who had found it greeted him with a pale face and a slightly green complexion. This was obviously not how he'd envisioned his day.
"Good morning officer. What do you have for me?" Sagacious' tone was flat but not unfriendly, he was attempting to stay calm and detached despite his stomach already feeling like it had pulled the eject lever.