The Luxor. Kettering hated the freaking Luxor. Like most natives of Vegas, he had considerable disdain for the strip in general. Sure, there were some damn fine restaurants, but a man can only take so much tackiness. The detective preferred his entertainment to be more intimate, personal, seedier. There was a mass market feel to the strip that just set his senses on edge.<br/><br/>Although, this was a nice change of pace. The smell of barbecue was thick in the air, despite the fierce wind that ripped at his raincoat and threatened to steal his cigarello from between his lips. The stocky detective was staring down at the victim's half cooked body and wondered if it were weird that he was suddenly so hungry. The beast within his breast didn't think so and was nudging him to take a little piece, just to see if he'd like it.<br/><br/>"Fuckin' gruesome way to die if you ask me," he muttered to nobody in particular. "You!" He stabbed his finger at a the Casino's head of security. "Get me a copy of his real itinerary, not the fake one you keep for the muggles or whatever the hell term you use for mundanes." He chewed furiously on the end of his cigarello. He didn't smoke them, couldn't stand the smell. He just chewed on them until they disappeared. "And on the odd chance that there's some security footage that's worth a damn, I'll take it as well."<br/><br/>He walked up to the body as the lab boys worked it over, carefully examining it for anything out of sorts... beyond begin cooked and run through, of course. He took a long, deep breath, trying to pick up something other than frying pork. Basically, he was searching for any clues he could find before the crime scene got dismantled and the body was taken off to the morgue..