Detective Yatz
Daphne Yatz was exhausted and wanted nothing more than for this clean up to be over. Her hair was a wild frizzy mess, she sniffed herself and she smelt awful. She had been at the crime scene for the last four hours and was frankly starving. Why did people always have to get murdered around teatime? It was ridiculously inconvenient; not only because it was a Friday night but the one night in months she had arranged a date. But perhaps most, it meant everyone worked whilst hangry, Daphne especially.