"Ah, but Jo, you're still on the grand totem pole," Ian pointed out. He was sure that wasn't nearly as reassuring to her as it was to him. "You and Detective Sandin, Miami-Dade Homicide in general, you can just help me by letting me help you."<br/><br/>He could help catch this wannabe, maybe even before anyone died though there weren't high hopes for that even where the media was concerned. But if there truly was someone trying to impersonate him, who better to know what Ian would do than Ian himself? And with that in mind, anyone who wanted to impersonate Ian and his methods would have to have<span style="font-style: italic">some</span>bearing of intellect, as was obvious by the fact that he'd gone out of his way to make sure he left no fingerprints.<br/><br/>And where one was intelligent enough to mask evidence, they were also likely intelligent enough to plant it as well. Ian wasn't a fan of letting anyone take credit for what he considered high caliber work, but should this copycat plant evidence at the scenes of his murders, Ian would relent just this once and let this other person take some of his jail time so he could be free to do as he pleased again. Killing wasn't something he needed to do, or sought out to do more often than not, but should the urge ever overcome him to do so, he'd much rather not have it be stabbing someone with a shiv in a prison mess hall. And if framing the copycat didn't work, well, beggars can't be choosers.<br/><br/>The heavy door to the interrogation room opened and fell shut again, and Ian's head rolled lazily along his shoulders to look at Detective Sandin. "Welcome back, Detective."<br/><br/>Trace opened his mouth to say something, likely unpleasant, to Ian but thought better of it, instead turning his attention to Jo. "Lieutenant wants us back at the office, called a mandatory meeting."<br/><br/>Ian sat up straight in his chair, his eyes moving from Sandin to Jo but otherwise he'd remained still. You didn't interrupt an interrogation, especially one of such a high profile case, without some ground-shattering reason to back it up. "A break in the case? New evidence? A witness, by chance?" Ian asked to the company of two people, neither of which would give him an answer even if they knew.<br/><br/>Ian could at least be sure of three things, if nothing else. One, there was a break in a case. Two, it was<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>case. Three, things just got a lot more interesting.