Dodson raised an eyebrow, surprised that 'pearl blue' wasn't self-explanatory, but her description of the color hit the nail on the head - a lightish blue pearl topcoat.  He wanted desperately to debunk this notion that she had been resurrected to find her own murderer, but if she was who she said she was, her knack for understanding what had happened to her with preternatural clarity made sense.  The only other person likely to know all these details would be the killer, and the only way that seemed likely is if she had been a twin, separated at birth, who accidentally ran down a sibling, bringing it to light years after she got away with it.<br/><br/>He made a moue, grimacing as she lashed out at him.  "Yes," he said simply to her suggestion.  "I am going to question all of it.  The people who investigated your case originally<i>didn't</i>."  He walked towards her, leaning heavily on the cane as he approached.  "If you want someone who won't give anything you've said a second thought, or an 'optimist', there are plenty of boys in blue back at the precinct.  I'm sure you remember how thorough those guys were."<br/><br/>He shook his head.  "Just give me the license plate number.  Let's run it and see what comes back.  You've earned some trust so try not to ruin it by taking it personally."  He held out his hand, waiting for the paper.  "Try to remember, this is not exactly standard protocol, carrying out homicide investigations with the victim in the car.  If we're going to play it fast and loose, then I need you to not get squeamish when I start digging around for your dirty laundry.  Alright?"