Kettering walked out of the bathroom, pulling the latex gloves off his battle scarred fists. He did a quick double take at the lady the female officer had brought into the office. The woman cut a striking figure, and that's saying something in a city like Vegas, and with a guy as jaded as Kettering. Then, the beast began to stir within him, uncurling and growling deep in his soul. Something was aggravating the spirit of rage within him, and it only took him a second to figure it out. White Court Vampire. Holy hell.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Officer Trinity. I'll take it from here." The officer retreated, happy to be away from the explosive detective. "Ms. Rosewater. I'm sorry to see you under these circumstances." He gestured to a nearby couch, "Please, have a seat. Forgive me for being direct, but just between you and me, I've a pretty decent idea of what you are. Something supernatural killed your 'friend', so I want to know exactly what your relationship was with Ortiz, what his connection to the supernatural was, and who might have a beef with him."