Meya followed him easily. Hell should could have rode circles around this guy and still let him lead the way. However she was not in the mood to play games. That is what that would entail her doing. Play games and what not. He looked like he was grumpy enough and she wasn't in the mood to play anymore with the popo. Her bike slowed to a smooth stop. Jumping from her bike and flips over his head. Landing with graceful ease next to the body that was covered with the tarp. Everyone who was staring just backed up. She however, did not care. Let them cower in fear. She wasn't a bad person and they were only just surprised by how she got over the other cops head. She kneels down and starts sniffing. Smelling around for any noticable scents. Standing up and scouting around. Her kitty senses on the alert. She stopped and sniffed again. Kneeling down and sniffing. Her tail twitching in agitation. She says nothing to him yet stands up. Hissing in a way the normal cops meant trouble. She runs towards a wall and runs up it. Backflipping over people and runs off in the direction heading east. Yelling to Chris. "KEEP UP OLD MAN! GOT A SCENT!" she then seemed to vanish into shadows. She stopped and waited antsily. Shifting from foot to foot. What was taking him so long? She waited a few more moments. If he didn't catch up soon she was off. Maybe it hadn't been that long but it was to her. She was NOT used to waiting on someone else.