Detective Gloria Ramirez knocked on Arne's door.
Arne didn't bother looking up from the table. "Come on in."
"So," Ramirez said, "I heard you finally dealt with the 'body-surfing' murderer yesterday."
"Mmm."
"Cataloging evidence?" She said, next to Arne.
"Yeah."
"Mind if I join in?"
"Nope."
Ramirez took some time to put on gloves before picking up a bag, one containing an old wallet. "So do you actually believe that we had just one crook somehow magically switched bodies?"
Arne grunted. "What, you think we had ten guys just hallucinate that they're each other and go to commit crimes?"
"No, but there's got to be some more realistic explanation."
"Yeah, we just have ten guys who conspired to act like each other, commit crimes, and then get caught. Sure. Let's throw out means and opportunity for a second and just ask what their motive would be. Why would they do that? Just to fuck with our minds?"
"Don't do that."
"Don't do what?"
"Swear. It's, um, unnattractive."
"Whatever."
The two turned back to their work. Silence continued for some time. Ramirez picked up a second bag, one containing some cheap piece of old jewelry.
"Still," she said, picking the Medallion of Zulo up in her gloved hands, "You still haven't come up with an explanation for this whole 'body-surfing' thing."
"I'll find one."
