<div class="floatright">(http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g323/shmband/langlois_2206264b_zpsb6mppd1l.jpg)</div>Drew huffed and gave Sarah and crooked grin, tilting his head apologetically.  "Just trying to get an angle on this whole thing Agent Delacroix."<br/><br/>He decided not to ask any more questions for now and let the agents do their job.  As they passed the police cordon he showed the visitor ID he had been given, at which the office in charge briefly squinted like he'd never seen anything quite like it before.  Drew couldn't help but feel that his company with three FBI agents spoke louder than the bit of plastic did.<br/><br/>When he saw the body he folded his arms and remain tight-lipped.  It wasn't the first dead body he'd seen by a long shot; covering genocide in the Central African Republic had made sure of that.  And in many ways the stab victim they were looking at didn't seem like anything exceptional, unless it was to do with<em>who</em>the victim was.  He leaned to try to get a look at the man's face, and listened attentively to the agents' assessment of the situation.