Blake looked at the whining individual, his eyes moving slowly down the man's body then back up. "Ten out of ten for observation." he said. "There is indeed no badge on my chest. That would be because I have no judicial authority here." He placed a slight stress on the 'here'.<br/><br/><em>If that prick thinks I mean I do elsewhere, all the better.</em>he thought, before continuing to speak. "And as it happens, you don't have a right to know what's going on here. Not unless the sheriff decides you do. Now, if you want to go poke around in there yourself, feel free. Of course, then you get to explain to the sheriff why you aren't actually a suspect, what with your DNA all over the place."<br/><br/>Blake paused for a moment, looking at the man intently. "And just why are you so curious about this room? Did you know whoever was in there? Can you account for your whereabouts for this evening?" He took a step closer. "Is there anyone can confirm your story?"<br/><br/><em>Hopefully he'll take the hint and get out of here.</em>thought Blake, staring coldly at the man, and idly considering tossing the yapping poodle out through the still open windows and into the night.