Admittedly Noah didn't notice the commotion behind him, he was so focused on finding the small details that it wasn't until his name was called out that he turned to see the ME finally show up. "Ah, Miss Longstreet, a pleasure to see that you've come around. and, uh, yeah, Jarvis, you." He stuttered a bit as he scanned his body, he didn't recognize Jarvis right off the bat, but by looking up and down at him he came to the conclusion he was just a mere photographer. He focused his attention back on the M.E. as he listened to what she had to say. When she pointed out the two-inch stab wound to his neck it began to make sense. "I'll get to you in a second, there's something I need to try out." He went behind the victim as he attempted to reenact the murder via motions and a slight bit of acting. "Now what kind of knife was the man using to kill this guy." He mumbled to himself as he began to search the kitchen, the goal was to find anything missing or out of place. He began to also pick up various knives and kept a measurement of each one with each knife either being too small or way too big, granted he should've expected the murder weapon to be taken away but the question was, how far was it taken away? That answer would come later when the police began to canvass the area to search in local dump sights and trashcans. "Right, so, take him away for now, and when the autopsy is being performed let me know and i'll be there immediately." "Hey, camera boy, take a picture of the footprint here and use your hand as a reference I have got something else to do real quick." He ran outside to take another look at the house and he would soon be talking to himself: "Okay, murder victim is an adult male, stabbed in the neck by a knife, judging by the open door and lack of a truck in the driveway we can assume the murderer knew the victim and therefore was led in by the victim, the two began to have a scuffle in the living room where they struggled for control and once they got inside the kitchen a bigger fight started and ended when the victim was stabbed in the neck after sustaining other wounds. The perp must've of either panicked or been very stupid to leave a footprint behind because that alone can explain a lot of what had happened. Now, what are we looking for?" Noah closed his eyes and envisioned an entire map of the small town his eyes scrolled past streets and avenues as he began to think of places where a weapon can be dumped safely without anyone noticing and the answer was obvious, a person's personal bin or in their house. Noah ran around to the back of the house to pick up on any tracks left behind from the blood found inside. He possibly tried to search for a shoe or sock left behind because blood isn't something easily washed off.