The elevators dinged, allowing a veritable nexus of negative emotions trundled out onto the roof. "This case fucking blows. Not a damn thing makes sense. I say we call it an elaborate suicide and just be done with the thing." Several of the flatfoots on the scene agreed with Detective Kettering, not that anyone would have voiced the statement quite so... boldly.<br/><br/>"Sir, someone's here to see you. An inspector with the GCB..." The officer pointed to the woman Kettering had just walked past.<br/><br/>The tightly wound ball of anger whirled upon Beatrice, head tilting to the side. "Huh, first damn time for everything. You folks normally wait for us to do all the physical evidence while you pour over the books." He looked her up and down, eyeing the cane a little skeptically, but shrugged a bit and offered a meaty paw over for her to shake, "Kettering, Special Affairs. What do you already know about the victim, Inspector....?"