Rhiannon listened quietly to the message that the Crow had brought her, sipping on the thick, dark and oh so sweet brew in the cup she held. When the Crow was done she gave it a solemn nod. "I'll see to it," she said simply, masking her thoughts with another sip of coffee, waiting til the birds disappeared, their job done.<br/><br/>"What do I know about investigations?" she murmured, pulling her phone out and calling up the news reports. "Give me a problem I know ... a fire, an injury, something to fight, and I'll be all over it. But this?" She shook her head and grimaced, before pushing the doubts away. Whatever came her way, she'd face it as she always did, with wit and will.<br/><br/>Not too long after, her car pulled to a halt just short of the police lines. She got out, running a hand through her hair to brush it away from her face as she locked it up. It would take a a very brave ... or stupid ... thief to try and steal it with so many cops around, but no sense taking chances.<br/><br/>She walked up to the police lines, and nodded to the group that seemed to be assembling. "Rhiannon Jernigan," she stated by way of introduction, "daughter of Brigid. I'm here to offer what help I can in finding out just what happened here."