She turned her head away from the cabbie, unable to keep from scrunching up her face at the smell.  Irrationally she suddenly wanted a shower to try to wash the smell, both that of burning plastic as well as the indefinable stench of his soul.  With a downward turn of her lips, she noted that the area they now travelled toward was one that even her fellow officers would not feel comfortable in.  Not at night, leastways and certainly not without backup.  For the first time since accepting this assignment she felt the small flutter of unease in her stomach.  She had no backup and no resources, save her sharp mind and her training.<br/><br/>Finally, she relaxed.  The thought comforted her, provided her with confidence.  She was more then a match for this challenge.  She<em>knew</em>she would crack this case.<br/><br/>"Tech-heads?"  Once again, she plied him for information, trying to play the vapid party girl.  What he'd told her so far wasn't news to her.  But you could never tell when someone might drop something important.  It was just a matter of patience.  "What Tech-heads are you talking about?"<br/><br/>