How Aren't the Cop and the Captain a Perfect Match?

As soon as Olivia Smith stepped out of the airport in Emerald City, she was hit by the freezing cold. It was 14 degrees Fahrenheit, and all she had on was a beige trench coat, a black skirt, and black stockings. The icy wind whipped through her long hair, making her feel like she might turn into an ice sculpture if she stayed outside any longer.

Just then, her phone buzzed with a message. She glanced at it, frowned a bit, and flagged down a taxi.

"32 Maple Avenue," she told the driver.

This was Olivia's first time in Emerald City. Just last night, she was celebrating her graduation from the police academy with friends. Early this morning, she got a call saying she was temporarily assigned to Emerald City and had to report to the Detective Units by 9 AM.

In a mad rush, Olivia didn't even have time to pack. She bought a plane ticket and hurried over, only to find a task waiting for her as soon as she landed.

At 32 Maple Avenue, an excavator was digging in the yard. Nearby, cops were questioning the gatekeeper about the details. An hour ago, the gatekeeper, David Jones, had reported finding a human arm in a dry well in the yard of the repair shop.

The police arrived and pulled out the severed arm. After confirming it was indeed human, they brought in an excavator to dig up the well.

"Sir, I have no idea how the arm got in the well. The water pipes in the factory froze these past few days, and my boss asked me to check if the well could still be used. But who would've thought..." David said, trembling as he recalled the scene. He never imagined that when he lowered a bucket, he'd pull up an arm. It almost gave him a heart attack.

While the police were still questioning, someone was squatting under a tree not far from the well, munching on a hamburger.

"Mr. Phillips, how can you eat at a time like this? I..." Detective William Brown almost gagged.

It wasn't the arm that disgusted him, but his captain Henry Phillips' eating habits. He couldn't understand how Henry could eat in such a setting.

"If you can't handle this, you shouldn't be in this job. Go report to the traffic department. I can help you!" Henry said, still chewing his hamburger, his eyes glued to the excavator.

"It's open!" someone suddenly shouted excitedly.

Henry took the last bite of his hamburger and quickly ran over.

The well was dug open, but someone had to go down to retrieve the contents. The opening was too small for several officers to fit.

Henry was about to call for someone when Olivia arrived, stepping out of the taxi in high heels.

"I'll do it. Get me a protective suit, mask, and gloves!" Olivia called out.

Her sudden appearance startled everyone.

Henry sized her up. In such cold weather, Olivia was wearing a trench coat and black stockings, which made his face darken. Where did she come from?

"Who are you?" Henry asked.

Olivia pulled out her credentials from her bag and showed them to him. "I'm Olivia, just temporarily assigned to the Emerald City Police Department. Are you Mr. Phillips? I was just about to report to you!"

Henry frowned. It wasn't that he didn't believe her, but Olivia didn't look like a cop at all.

"Are you sure you can do this?" Henry questioned.

Olivia looked up at Henry. He had deep-set eyes, a chiseled face, short hair, and stood almost 6'2". Even in high heels, Olivia had to look up to meet his gaze.