Elijah had been sitting at his desk with what at first could be mistaken for a tea with milk, but was actually a coffee weak with enough milk to make it barely have any color. He looked up as Alasdair entered the room and immediately stood at attention. "Ah, sir!" He was trying to make up for not being at his best recently. There was so much stress on the man lately, and even more on his mind.

He glanced at the file and rose his brow. "Ah, a missing woman? A piece of her clothing was found on the beach by the cliffs. She had no family, so they thought it might have been suicide except.." He frowned. There had been a number of deaths there, but those with family or friends insisted they weren't the type. Very recently a man and woman had ended up there.

"It is very troubling. We retraced her steps, it seemed she had been looking for a maid job. The trail sort of goes cold after that, but we can always ask around." He had an idea on where or who to ask, to at least start.