Bubkiss. He had fucking bubkiss, and it was infuriating. Dipshit security didn't bother to install cameras on the roof because lord know nothing happens in employee only areas. He could have ripped the security chief's head off and took a big steaming poo down his neck. And no, that wasn't an exaggeration. Trick was, casual murder wasn't going to make this situation any better.<br/><br/>Kettering sighed and stomped off to the victim's office after telling a flatfoot where he would be. He'd toss the victim's office for clues, and if any witnesses, mistresses, or other useful people were found, they could be brought to him there. Besides, the guy might have some good cigars or liquor in there.