<em>What?</em>Leticia audibly growled, finally turning from the broken light with a puzzled expression. Glancing between Kettering and her bloodied finger only momentarily, she forced herself to produce a tissue and wipe her finger on that. She approached the detective again once again, frowning.<br/><br/>"Alright." She rubbed a hand through her hair in a stressed motion. "He was dead<em>before</em>he was impaled, if forensics couldn't tell that. ... And I don't think he was killed here, in the building." She seems slightly confused by her own words, as though she's still puzzling through it in her own mind.