<em>Windows</em>? And they were high in the building. Leticia was sure the mundane police would have some difficulty explaining how a window could be broken inward at God knows how high (unless repelling from the roof or shot through), but the usual flight-impairments didn't really apply to Leticia's thought processes. Her question was, however, why both windows were used, and not just one. She was also growing more desperate to visit the crime scenes before sunrise. There was time left, but the sooner she could figuratively and literally sniff around, the fresher any traces of the struggle would be.<br/><br/>She took some time thinking, idly thumbing through her report before leaning up to peer at Fredricks again. "I want to clarify how grateful my father and I are with your cooperation, we understand you aren't held to do so." She smiled faintly, with a professional tinge that made it seem more polite than sincere. "But my father's other purpose for sending me was to attempt to aid in the investigation." She hesitated, tilting her head slightly to meet Chester's eyes. "And I don't mean kindly moving off the scene." She seemed quite serious, but not at all threatening (as though the tidy dressed young lady could ever pull off threatening).