"Gotta say, I'm fucking impressed. That's a laminate glass, thick enough to stop a 30-ought rifle shell without too much grief. You'd need to be a Greek god, like that Hercules guy to drive a spear through that. The guy in the way would just be an afterthought." Kettering didn't think he could have done it. For one, the angle was all wrong. Whoever'd done this was taller than the rather short but stocky detective. For two, that's some damn thick glass. People think of glass as something fragile, brittle, but treated properly, and thick enough, it was tough stuff. Maybe if he were really pissed off, Hulk style, he could have rammed the metal pole through the glass, but whoever did this wasn't mad, not like that.<br/><br/>Whoever did this had the upper hand, and was powerful enough to walk into a major player's home and whack him. That's heavy duty moxie with the bones to back it up. "Fuck... this case sucks more all the time. So, does the victim have any family, and lovers, anyone I can interview to get a feel for who might be crazy enough to pin Mr. Ortiz to a spotlight?"