"Tell you what," Kettering began as he stole up beside the mouthy officer with a slight growl to his voice. "You and me, we're grunts, you understand? We look at the scene and report it as is. We don't start tossing out wild theories about 12 foot long javelins falling out of planes. We just not that the bloody thing was pinning the victim to the light and leave it to the squints to figure out how with their fancy widgets and book smarts. We don't /fuck/ the investigation by making up half baked theories, because then we might miss something important because we were too busy picking ideas out of our asses that we missed out on honest to goodness clues."<br/><br/>The grumpy detective threw his head to the side, neck popping with a loud, almost gunshot like crack. "Guy had a girlfriend, maybe a few. Figure out who. I'm gonna want to talk to them as well."<br/><br/>There wasn't much more to see here for Kettering. There'd be prints on the weapon, but nothin' that would match nothin'. Probably wasn't even a human perp, not with the amount of strength that murder had take. Instead, he tucked his hands in his pocket and went walking back into the building, trying to trade the diluted smell of mortal terror along the path of Mr.Ortiz' last run.