As Myra agreed to accompany him, the officers all let out a collective groan.  The shift commander he'd spoken to earlier looked especially annoyed.  "What the hell, Dodson?!" he grunted.  "You said you weren't going to butt in on our jurisdiction!"<br/><br/>"Better call the newspapers and tell them that someone in the federal government lied to the public.  I'm sure they'll stop the presses right then and there, shocking as that information is," he said, dripping with sarcasm.  "Oh, but I forgot, there's two things I need you to give to the chief for me."<br/><br/>"What's that?" the officer snarled.<br/><br/>Dodson opened his soggy folio case and collected the files inside, handing them over.  "Details on that triple homicide he was asking for.  Said it was urgent."<br/><br/>The officer seemed surprised that the agent was actually being something resembling helpful.  "Fair enough, I'll make sure he gets them.  What's the other thing you wanted to give him?"<br/><br/>Dodson reached into his coat pocket, finding a small roll of breath mints and putting it in the officer's outstretched palm.  "Now remember, these are<i>to share</i>."<br/><br/>The shift commander glared at him.  "Fuck you, buddy."<br/><br/>Dodson turned, looking quite pleased with himself as he followed Myra to the door, the wince of each step only interrupting his shit eating grin minimally as he passed through the doors, back into the light rain.  He began the long limp towards his car, taking note of a certain owner of an SUV being written up for parking in a handicapped spot.  It looked like the man had a flat tire.  "Wow," he murmured to the driver as he moved past.  "That's unlucky."  The driver stared at him, an expression caught equidistant between guilt for taking the parking spot and suspicion about his misfortune vying for dominance on his face.<br/><br/>At the back of the lot, Dodson unlocked both doors and settled into the seat of his vehicle, moving the umbrella off of the passenger seat so that Myra could get in.  He exhaled, more than a bit annoyed that a simple jaunt across the parking lot could get him so winded, but thankful that he could rest for a bit.  He pressed the ignition button and the car hummed to life.  "Never done a joint investigation with a dead girl before," he quipped, reaching up to a small flask over the sun visor and taking a swig, proffering it to her.  "Should be interesting."<br/><br/>He put the vehicle in reverse and started to navigate out of the parking lot.  "So, what's your first move?  Find family or friends?  Or should we go straight to the scene of the crime?"