In The Case Of Basia Leary

The living room is messy, furniture is overturned on the floor, glass lies in shards in the carpet. Mertens stands in the doorway with Sauveterre, who gestures around.
"Help them out in here. They clearly need it." Sauveterre leans back against the door. Officers scan the house with flashlights and dusting powder, seemingly getting nowhere. Mertens doesn't even know where to start. He approaches an officer, who seems to be doing nothing but watching over the others.
Mertens clears his throat. "What all have you searched so far?" He asks, brows furrowed. He idly spins a pen between his fingers, taking in the scene.
"We've only just about finished downstairs," Officer Hafner taps the tip of his pen against the back of his hand, leaving blue ink spots on his ivory gloves. "And we haven't found much of anything. I mean, all we have so far is..." He gestures around the room. "This."