Beatrice kept herself distracted, reading a book as she wandered through the lights of the city, her cane tapping the pavement as she walked, giving her walk a rhythmic tapping with every other footstep.  Carrying an open blade was prohibited, of course, but most mortals left her alone, and the distraction helped to keep her aura in check so she didn't wipe out casinos just walking.<br/><br/>In her mind she was charting all the deaths.  The dates, times, locations, known positions in the courts, trying to isolate a pattern.  Everything had a pattern, whether or not the murderer happened to know it, there<em>would be</em>a pattern.  And if she could discern that...from there it would be easy to predict and intercept.<br/><br/>Pausing before the main doors to the building she pauses and ponders.  Perhaps it would be best to go through one of the other entrances...She never did have good luck with walking through the middle of one of these things.  And, oh yes, stairs...<br/><br/>Putting her book into her satchel she began to wander about to the side of the building, looking for someone who looked like they knew more about what was going on.  Finding someone with Clue could take a little while, but a bit of on site investigation may reveal other intricacies to the pattern.<br/><br/>Smiling a bit to someone as they came out of an employee entrance she made her way over, cane tapping as she approached and nodding as he looked up.<br/><br/>"I'm here regarding the...unfortunate events on the roof.  I was hoping that I may be able to use one of the rear entrances?  I have a personal condition that disagrees with bright, flashing lights and loud noises.  Given that he was an associate of mine..." she let it linger a moment, allowing the employees mind to wander a bit and forming whatever associations he cared.