It had been busy morning for Lucie, a 30 minute treadmill run then yoga to stretch out, filling breakfast and her ultimate indulgence - coffee, the only difference to her usual routine was her location. Lucie flew in to The Big Apple late last night and the Upper Eastside hotel the S.D.B booked for her was a nice change from the usual $70 a night motels she was accustomed to when she travelled for work and she was going to take advantage of it. Why the hell not she just came off twelve days of ON-CALL duty and she damn well earned all the little perks the hotel provided.

But as always business first. 

 Lucie shifted in her oversized leather Chesterfield styled chair the sharp suited German accented gentleman introduced himself. 

Lucie hoped one of the other patrons in the room would speak first but after a few minutes her  Irish accent cut through the silence thickly "That's a rather large call....LIVE's endorsement figures are in the hundreds of thousands of dollars and they have enough high profile representatives that I doubt that a few disgruntled opinions would have that much of an effect" She paused as she felt the eyes of the gentleman in the room fall on her giving her the feeling like she spoke out of turn. Lucie stood, straightening her steel grey tweed skirt suit as she took a few steps towards the mosaic of photographs on the screen and continued "Statistically speaking suicides are the tenth leading cause of death in this country and thirty-five percent of those are caused by asphyxiation" she stood arms crossed studying each person in the patchwork "and just over one percent of those are found to be a homicide...." She emphasised on the last statistic. Lucie was no detective but over her career she had photographed many suicides for various law enforcement agencies but she only had two cases to be reviewed as homicide. 

Lucie tucked a lock of turquoise hair behind her ear and turned directly to Mr Biermann  "Who was the most recent victim?"