Of<em>course</em>he couldn't do anything. Leticia barely restrained an audible groan. It wasn't his fault of course, but still frustrating. This rash of fae-related murders was swiftly growing out of hand, and the perpetrator(s) apparently<em>wanted</em>to be investigated, or at least had a flare for exhibitionism.<br/><br/>Leticia frowned, brushing back a few strands of ginger hair from her face to plant them behind her ear.<em>They wanted the victims to be found</em>. Why? Was it some bizarre warning? Leticia suddenly felt a rush of cold fear run over her skin. She would make nicely for some publicity killing, particularly if it was gruesome enough.<br/><br/>"I think I'd better speak with him, yes." She nodded, though wondered what good it would do. She still couldn't discuss Mr. Ortiz's otherworldly connections, and that was her prime interest. Still, better to try and fail... Leticia ensured that Fredricks had contact information for herself, and at least an email address for her father. "Again, we appreciate your assistance."