Another one! [She sounds deeply exasperated.] It—might have been a clarinet? Murdered with a clarinet. But this one... [She shuffles through her papers again, and sets a few aside.] Right, right, I know this one. Crazy stuff, right? Those music types are so dramatic, too. Doing that right in the concert hall was just unnecessary.

[She slaps another sheet of paper down on the desk and stands up, holding her hand up in the air.] All right, give it here! [does she expect to catch it or......]