Leticia dragged a hand through her hair a touch more aggressively than she might usually. This frustrated her. She was fairly certain she could drop a name or two that<em>might</em>aid in the investigation, but she was here to<em>stop</em>the interference of the mundane authorities, not entice them on with promises of ritual murders, faeries, and wizards. Still, whoever was the killer was yet to be caught, and there would only be a space of time before another body showed up.<br/><br/>Her hair settled back in place, though left her looking a touch disheveled as she again brought her eyes to Kettering's. "Steel?" She emphasized, and sounded genuinely surprised. That knocked out a portion of her suspects then. She grew silent for another short time before replying, "I may be able to help, but I'm sure you can understand that I need to be more certain before handing any names over to the police." She paused only momentarily, "Would I be able to walk the scene some time tonight?" Some time before sunrise, that is.