(OOC Sorry Neianna, she does NOT think much of poor Markus!! XD)<br/><br/><br/>Levine's gaze snagged on Markus like a fly in the ointment. The cogs and gears of her mind turned as she watched his glassy eyes calculating, scanning her features. Those were eyes that could shrink you down, wear you out and put you out to dry and as they searched her, wormed their way into the dark, private space in her skull, Amberlie felt like she was being shrunk down into nothing.<br/><br/>Nothing, as far as she was concerned, didnâ€™t suit her; it just didnâ€™t fall well on her at all, not one bit. She tore her gaze sharply away from those cold, glass surfaces, the back of her teeth grinding together as she wordlessly took the plain, beige folder. It was decorated with paperclips, shining in the dull light of the car, flickering with the shadow of every building passed.<br/><br/>She opened it tentatively and leafed through the sheets.<br/><br/>Instantly she had to repress the awful grin! If not for the respect, for the guilt! It was everything she could have asked for in one neat, cute, little package! The full crime scene works! The scene pictures, the list of evidence collected, the full post mortemâ€”oh that one was beautiful, that one was fascinating, that bugger was usually left out! It seemed PIC was of a much higher class than she had previously suspectedâ€¦<br/><br/>Christ, these even had interviews of relatives and the people that found the bodies. Now that was chillingâ€¦<br/><br/>The picturesâ€¦ they were sickening, but they were only so much ink on paper. There to be analyzed with utmost professionalism and minimal emotion. Just pictures on paper. Just secrets hidden in patterns, but at the end of the day the finders â€¦ they had to walk in the day after. Find the corpses going soft with dew and mildew, maggots and worms or wander in for the sheer stink of flesh rotting in the sun.<br/><br/>Not pleasant.<br/><br/>She buried herself into the work, brain panning the words for gold. If there was a puzzle here to be pieced, sheâ€™d piece it!<br/><br/>â€œGentlemen,â€ she murmured ten minutes later, slowly folding the information away, hiding the grizzly images from stark view, â€œIâ€™m impressed. Iâ€™ve never had so much to work with,â€ She looked up at Asher curiously. She got the distinct feeling that if there were to be had here they lay with him.<br/><br/>Markus â€¦ his daddy probably funded the trip.<br/><br/>"So... I've read what the coroner thinks, I want to know what you boys have made of it. I want to know what you've found!" She crossed her legs executively and rummaged through her pocket for her tobacco and rolling papers, "Walk me through it kiddies," she mumbled, concentrating on rolling. She drew her tongue across the paper, eyes glazed for thought, "Real nasty business. Real feral looking,"