I slapped the coin on the back of my other hand, and saw the golden surface. Past, just like I wanted it to be.
A black-haired woman with a short ponytail bends over a file.
"Emilia Henrietta Devin." She mumbles, opening it.
She sees the time and place where the victim was found. In the middle of a street, in a district that was built anew. The street was renovated, and for that reason, it was closed up. The victim was discovered by the construction workers, who were already interviewed by the officers that were called. They were ruled out as suspects for now.
The victim had keys and a phone with her; both were sent into the lab, the keys having no DNA on them besides the victim's. The phone will need more time to be examined. Now, the search for the victim's identity was already going. Her face was unharmed, so she will be photographed and compared with the pictures in the data bank.