Teeth grinding audibly, Kettering shoved his hands in his pockets and headed for the elevator. He hated knowing facts about a case that he couldn't share with the team. Made him a damn liar and he didn't even get anything to show for it. Still, the assailant was terrifically strong, could fly, and had a serious hard on for killing fae. Few more bits of information like that and the detective might have an idea about what the killer was. Not how to stop it, mind you, but what he was up against.<br/><br/>Still chewing his cigarello, he continued to trudge through the casino, heading for the central surveillance hub. Casinos had cameras everywhere... /everywhere/. While the victim's personal quarters might not be wired for light an sound, there were damn sure cameras on the roof. They'd need them in case someone tampered with the light, which they had, or made a suicide attempt, which they hadn't... probably.