George glared over at Anna when she mentioned about not having a chair. "Oh right!" He exclaimed as he walked passed his desk, and out the door of his office. When he reentered he brought a chair in with him. "Here you are miss. This should do nicely for ya." Commented George as he sat back in his own seat behind the desk. "Now as I said before. Cases like this are tricky do to the fact that it has been such a broad list of victims. This killer has been clever, too damn clever for my liking." He glared up at Anna, and back down at his desk as he rested his hands behind his head.<br/><br/>"We need to just get out there. Take a look at this damn case from ground level. Instead of trying to figure out this shit through guess work." He sighed, and leaned back in his chair. His eyes meetings with the ceiling above him. "You know what!" He jumped up from his desk and glared down at Anna. "Elaine!" He yelled out at the top of his lungs. "Get that damn screwball on the phone! We are heading out to that crime scene now!" He turned towards Anna. "Come on! Don't you want to catch the murderous son of a bitch who did this to your sister!"