10 minutes later they arrived at the crimscene. They were greeted by a young patrol-man who showed them the way. They stepped into the elevator and left it on the third floor. Then they had to walk along a long corridor and take the first door on the left. Doctor Anthony Matthews, general medical practitioner was written on it.

"Detectives" coroner Carruthers greeted them. "Carruthers" Cole nodded towards the man he'd met on so many different crimescenes. "I've already heard that they're sending you back to homicide." he then said with a neutral voice. Cole knew that he'd trown the good relationship with the coroner away the moment he'd cheated on his wife. Carruthers had told him what he thought about this story. "So what have we got here?" asked Cole quickly and took in his surroundings. He was in a rather small room which only contained the receptionist's desk and a black leather couch. The white walls were decorated with expensive looking art. Carruthers led them around the desk where the body lay. "Rebecca Black, 27 years old. Looks like cause of death is a heart-attack or a stroke, I can't be certain yet. But I have to add that a heart-attack is very unlikely for a woman of her age and health." "I see, and that's what makes this a homicide-case." "You shouldn't jump to any conclusions that fast. First I'll have to examine the body. I don't know why the captain wants you here." the coroner didn't appear to be convinced. "We'll have a look around!"
Cole kneeled down next to the body. He had to admit that the lady was very attractive. She had long dark hair, a heart-shaped face and full lips. Cole shifted her head a little but couldn't find anything of interest. He checked the pockets of her blouse and hands, finding a wedding ring on the left. He stepped away from the body again. "She's married. We should go find her husband next." he glanced over to Bekowsky how was examining the victim's purse. He held a white silk tissue close to his face. "Looks expensive...you think a receptionist would invest in silk tissues?" he muttered. "Could be something...better check the rest of her things, I'll go and speak to the doctor. It was him who found her here?" "Yes, dectective." confirmed the patrolman. "This way." he led him into one of the treatment-rooms.

Doctor Matthews was sitting behind his desk looking pale and scared. He was an elderly man maybe around 56 years old wearing glasses and many wrinkles on his face. "Doctor Matthews? I'm with the LAPD, detective Phelps. I understand that you found Mrs. Black this morning?" "Yes, yes...she arrived around 8 as usual. She looked scared somehow, very scared. She wouldn't tell me what was bothering her though...I treated some patients and then I suddenly heard her screaming. I – I rushed back to her and she kept doing this..." He started waving his hands through the air looking as if he wanted to expell something that was flying around his head. She got panicky yelling something like "What do you want from me? Leave me alone!" I had to grab her by the shoulder to even make her realize me. I asked her what was wrong and she said..." Matthews stopped for a second, swallowing hard. "Can't you see them? The ghosts, they're everywhere!" I tried to calm her and gave her a very light sedative. It seemed to work a little. I told her to go home and rest but she really wanted to continue working so I let her. All seemed to be normal until I heard a loud bang about an hour ago now...then she just lay there and was dead. I have no idea what happened." he folded his shaking hands.
"Was anybody else in the room when you found her?" "I didn't see one. We didn't have many patients today." "Okay...do you know if Mrs. Black had a personal vendetta with someone?" asked Cole observing the man closely. "No, I can't imagine something like that. She was such a nice girl, very busy and polite. Do you really think that someone killed her? How?" "I don't know yet, doctor. But I'll find out. What can you tell me about Mr. Black?" "Not much, I never met him." muttered Matthews staring at his hands. "I think you're hiding something...I need you to tell me everything you know, or otherwise you'll make yourself a suspect in this case!" said Cole raising his voice. "Alright, alright! His name is Martin Black. They've been married for about two years and I think they weren't happy together. Rebecca never mentioned anything concrete but she came to work looking sad very often." "Do you have the Black's address?" "Of course, one moment."

Some minutes later Cole returned to the lobby. "Found anything?" he asked Stefan. "Nothing of importance..." "I got the Black's address we should pay her husband a visit. I'll wait for your report, Carruthers." "You'll get it as soon as I'm finished..." replied the coroner sounding a bit annoyed. "Let's leave this place."

Cole told his partner everything he'd learned from the doctor as they made their way back to the car. "Ghosts? Are you kidding me?" said Stefan incredulously. "I know...I hope Carruther's will find something that could explain this." "Maybe that woman was simply nuts..." supposed Stefan as they got back into the car. "And just dropped to the ground dead?" asked Cole for consideration. Bekowsky started the engine and pinched the bridge of his nose for a second. "Is something wrong?" asked Cole who felt alerted. "Nah, it's just the perfume of the victim. It smelled very strong and heavy. She had it on that tissue. Uah I wonder how anybody could like that smell." He drove out onto the street. "Maybe you should let me drive?" suggested Cole who felt more and more concerned. "It's just a light headache, Cole. Don't make a fool of yourself. Better give me that address." Cole did so and remained silent for the drive. Maybe he was also beginning to act paranoid. But there was something about that case that just wasn't right.