What he saw was forever imprinted in his memory. For this, a camera would not have been needed, and yet, overcoming the numbness that suddenly shackled his body, he took a step forward, aimed the lens and clicked the shutter several times: after all, this is what he came here for. The dead man was lying face down, buried in the carpet. The right hand was unnaturally twisted, as if someone had deliberately turned it palm up - so that the figurine of a glass angel would fit comfortably in this palm and be visible to everyone who looked into the room...