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Lestrade sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Run that by me one more time again, please."
"See, it's this way," the petite woman on the other side of his desk started earnestly. "I'm a private investigator—"
"I know that! Not that part!" Lestrade had only just finished dealing with his other consulting detective, and the headache already building from that encounter was not helping his patience during this one. "The next part."
"—and I work with aliens," the woman went on as if she'd never been interrupted. "Not immigrant aliens, real ones. From—other planets, other worlds. They have crimes and criminals, just like we do, and it's my job to sort things out. Now, sometimes these things spill into your world, which is why I'll be needing your cooperation on the Nostroverde case—"
"Not his cooperation," interrupted a voice that made Lestrade groan inwardly all over again. "The Nostroverde case is mine."
The woman bounced to her feet, beaming at the dark and glowering consulting detective in the doorway behind her and completely forgetting about the detective inspector she was supposed to be meeting with right in front of her. "Mister Holmes! It's an honor to meet you, I've heard so much—I'm Lois Habiba, by the way. Extraterrestrial private investigator—only one in the world, in fact. Now, about that case..."
Lestrade let them safely leave his office before pitching face-first onto his desk and staying that way. Jesus, not another one.