West sits alone in the bar. The strong smell of alcohol fills the air, along with the cackling laughter of drunks and loud music blaring out of an old jukebox standing in the corner. She raises her shot of whiskey to her lips and takes a sip, the drink burning down her throat like liquid fire. She sighs and sets the empty glass down. Why was she here? The case of course.

It had been three weeks since West and Beck had agreed to take the case, and it had been three weeks since West had made any progress on solving it....