"Aye, ma'am" was all she heard from the search team before she hung up; tracking the number would take a few hours if it was a straight forward job and many more if it was a tougher nut. Still it was with them now, and in time - and with luck - it might mature into another lead for her to follow.<br/><br/>Her attention turned to the van, and she let herself peer properly into the back window. It was dusty and grimey, but she could see clear enough; there were several small, white boxes with the kind of printed labels stating the contents that was - indeed - equivalent to those used by hospitals. There wasn't *enough*, though. The amount stolen had been massive and should have half filled the van; what was left was dregs. Considering how it was scattered around the place it wouldn't be a stretch to consider it what was left after hurriedly dragging the majority away, and transferring it to another vehicle.<br/><br/>In Amanda's head a story started to form... The four nameless, faceless criminals stole the drugs, drove to a spot out of sight and dragged it all to another vehicle. They missed a box or two, returned the van, and separated, leaving the leftovers rather than risking trying to move them separately. There were still questions... Why was the van returned here? What happened to the majority of the haul? And where did the owner of the van and the house - who clearly had something to hide, but hadn't been one of the thieves - fit into it all? Still, it was a healthy start.<br/><br/>She didn't have long to look. From the far end of the street came the flashing lights announcing a search team; though the siren was silent. Out hopped a group of four uniformed officers, one of whom - wearing a couple of extra chevrons on his shoulder to announce his higher rank - approached Amanda with a flicker of a smile. This was Sean... A hard working fellow who headed up one of the search teams; Amanda barely knew him, really, but he at least had a decent record. "So what's the deal, Leuitenant? What're we searching, what're we looking for?" He wandered casually over while she filled him in at least a little, casually peering through the back window of the van and letting out a whistle. "Whew... Hospital supplies? Big fish, big fish..."<br/><br/>Both of their phones buzzed; Sean retrieved his first, grinned, and turned it to show the message to Amanda. 'Warrant approved' it said, with the boring details attached if either of them truly cared to peruse them. It was fairly standard stuff... They could search the house, and arrest if suspicions proved true. "There we go. We can carry out the arrests if you'd like, or you can stick around." In the meantime the other officers were approaching the door, and hammering it firmly calling out 'This is the police, open the door! You have a minute to respond...' before standing around, waiting like fools for the man inside.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>