章 133: Anatomy of a crime scene II

Restaurant, 62 Warner Close, London

Marco sniffed the air like everyone who heard the slicked blond, but he couldn't smell anything peculiar, a bit of lemony scent but nothing to be concerned about, he thought. Sam bit her lower lip, absolutely amused, muffled giggles escaping her throat.

Levi knelt on the edge of the couch, studying the pattern on the surface, "What is this smell?" He wondered out loud. Then looking up at the redhead and beckoning her to come closer, "Do you smell it?" the Irishman asked. 

Sam approached, sniffed, and said, "Yeah." She had identified that smell the second she made her rounds in the scene, all thanks to her heightened sense of smell. She was familiar with it; she wouldn't mistake it for anything else.

Levi saw the flushed look on her face, and his eyes narrowed at her, "Do you recognize the smell?" he asked her, tone serious.