"Ah," Leticia paused, lessening the cheap (and likely ineffective) acting. She simply nodded and accepted the pre-prepared manilla folder containing the police report. She glanced back to Fredricks occasionally as she read, and particularly as she scanned over the photos. They were revolting, and nice and detailed too. She could see how Mr. Ortiz's back had begun to be roasted, and had a<em>lovely</em>close shot of his face. It was enough to make her stomach roll.<br/><br/>She cleared her throat after a time, looking only slightly more pale than usual. "Did he have any visitors or meetings planned around the time of death?" She tilted her head slightly to examine one of the photos more closely, regaining some air of professionalism. "... And though I understand you can't show me to the crime scene, would you be able to have me escorted through Mr. Ortiz's suite?" She taps one speedily typed page in the police report. "He was there prior to his death, yes?"