I thought I had put that file away. I swore I had boxed all old cases and put them ready to be taken down to the archives. But no, there it was on my desk again. The thick wad of papers the "closed for lack of evidence." stamp at an off angle across the front sheet, just clipping the picture of the 13 year old girl. She wouldn't look like that now of course, if she was alive. It was 10 years old. She would be in her twenties. I sigh and pick up the file again. As I did the fastening came undone and the pages went every where billowing in the lazy circle of air coming from the old fan. Everything was old here in filing, save for the state of the art computer in the corner. I think that was lip service to the police commissioner's modernisation scheme. It crashes more than it works. Most of the officers prefer the traditional system of asking Marvis, that's me of course. I bend down and start to pick up the papers, but they seem to avoid my hands. My lips narrow and I mutter "Ok cut it out, will you. You have my attention." The papers stop moving now and I see a ghostly shadow in the corner wearing a 1940's wide brimmed hat tipped over it's eyes.