Her insults didn't bother him in the least, if anything they were amusing.  Was it her way of reminding himm of the dangerous ground he was walking on now in an attempt to stave off future transgressions?  He couldn't really bring himself to be too concerned about it, if she hadn't reported him already, what could possibly change that aside from further drastic action?  Her silence made perfect sense, Marion von Stade was far too prideful to admit that she'd been the victim of sexual harassment.  She would keep her humiliation private as long as she possibly could in order to protect the image she'd worked so hard to build:  Marion was female, but she wasn't a woman.<br/><br/>"I can't say I'm surprised.  From the looks of things she's been dead for about... Twelve hours?  That's well within Gonzales'<em>window of opportunity</em>."<em>Way to work a forensics assessment into insulting an officer -- this is why the men and women of the Ninth Street Precinct love you.</em>"Doesn't look like there's anything here for me to analyze right away.  No apparent DNA, no signs of struggle -- I glanced at her fingernails, and they're quite fake.  If she clawed anyone, they would've snapped.  This seems almost... Execution style?  She obviously didn't know what was coming when the bullet said 'hello' to her face."<br/><br/>"Our perp is someone she wouldn't feel threatened by -- someone who was able to get close without arousing suspicion, then pulled out the weapon and shot her.  Otherwise, someone would've heard the sounds of struggle.  There's a major street not even fifty feet that way."  Eric tried to recreate the scene in his mind, picturing any details they could be missing.  "I don't think this is a case Forensics is going to be particularly involved in at the moment -- sounds like this is on you guys.  Need anything before I go?"