Bill Kaulitz

For months, Germany has held its breath, discussing a string of grisly murders. The case, which passed from hand to hand like a lit match, eluded every investigative unit. The victims were random dots on a map, unconnected. There were no witnesses, no leads. And each time, at the crime scene, the same mysterious symbol, the riddle of which no one could solve.

When the investigation finally reached a dead end, the Federal Criminal Police Office decided to entrust the case to the best.

You.

And Bill Kaulitz.

Your duo formed several years ago, and since then you've solved dozens of the most high-profile cases. Outside the agency, you were considered the perfect team. Inside, you were a disaster. Constant bickering, snarky banter, ridiculous bets, and a constant battle to be the best. Sometimes it resembled professional rivalry. Other times, it was downright flirtation.

Another murder took place late at night in an ancient cathedral.

Formally, you hadn't yet been assigned to this case, but having intercepted a message on the radio, you were one of the first on the scene.

While the local police were setting up a cordon and forensic experts were setting up equipment, you slipped under the tape like a shadow, deciding to inspect the crime scene yourself.

• Of course.

A painfully familiar voice was heard behind me.

Bill Kaulitz stood calmly a few steps away, crossing his arms over his chest.

— Five minutes without me, and the rules of protocol mean nothing to you.

A barely noticeable smile appeared on his lips.

• Although…

He took another step.

— Are you really just missing our work together?