"Place like this? Can't imagine he wasn't." The man replied, getting out of the car and following her over. Gabriel watched Catherine's exchange with the officer with amusement; so this was how she acted at work? He was getting a nice sense of deja vu with how she has acted when first coming into his office.<br/><br/>With a smirk, the man watched as the young officer moved aside and pointed them towards the officer in charge, a middle aged man with a crew cut and a mustache. Gabriel followed over, acting the part of subdued subordinate surprisingly well.<br/><br/>The officer in charge, a Sargeant, turned towards the two of them when he saw their approach. He was standing next to a half open door with "DO NOT CROSS" yellow tape crisscrossing it. "You the FBI  agent I was told was coming? I was told there was only one of yous." The man frowned slightly, looking the two of them over. He had a heavy Brooklyn accent and it was easy to tell he'd been born and bred here. Apparently deciding that Gabriel looked to be in charge, he turned towards the pretender and addressed him. "My name is Sargeant Kenneth Clarkson. The scene in there is a nasty one." He held out his hand towards Gabe.