[Industrial Strength Investigation]

The uniform rattles off an address in one of Inside's business districts, clear across town. He nods, and moves aside for Michalson.

The forensics people seem largely engrossed in what they're doing as the detective approaches, but one of them looks up in time to see him. A young, somewhat eager elven woman; she nods at him.

"Detective. We're not getting a whole lot here; whatever did this managed to pull it off pretty clean."