As he watches Barry leave, Tyler can't help letting out a low whistle. It's not like he didn't expect resistance - but also, he can't help giving Laurel an apologetic, almost sheepish, "Maybe I should've told him it was my idea."
"Oh, no, it's not you at all." She waves her hand a bit as she turns to face him more, trying to be more reassuring than anything else. "Barry is worried about me more than you. I have been known to take things with cases a little ... too far, and pushing the line a bit."
"Ah." Tyler may not know Laurel well enough to know what lines she's toed, let alone what cases she's spent too much time on, but he can sense the passion in her work. In that one instant, his expression softens.
"We'll just have to show him that you're taking things as they're meant to, this time.'
Laurel nods in agreement as Barry returns with the evidence in hand, placing them out in front of him in their sealed evidence bags. "To be honest, I feel like there's enough that matches with MO and the way the body was dumped to indicate that this was a hit. The only problem is, we don't have enough evidence to indicate a - who did the deed and b - who hired them, beyond Laurel's gut." He pauses for a moment. "Not to say she doesn't have a good gut, because she's usually right, it's just that ... the evidence isn't stacking up."
"And while I also appreciate my gut, my gut isn't necessarily going to hold up in a court of law." Laurel gives a small shrug. "But we work with what we've got."
Barry and Laurel were right: there wasn't enough to connect a murder to the scene of the crime, let alone what could've murdered the guy. With those seals in place, Tyler can't take a whiff of what else might be on them. (A blessing and a curse. Probably.)
How would someone back home have murdered their witnesses and former employees? The Salvatore brothers would've drained their victims of blood. The Sirens would've also probably ditched their victims in a river, and well - werewolves were bloodier and more obvious.
The wounds from the photographs weren't vampire or werewolf bites. But those guys would've killed in the safety of their home. Somewhere where they could purposefully erase all evidence and feign ignorance.
Which gives him an idea, based on how the body had been unceremoniously dumped -
"We don't know where it really happened, right?" Tyler presses his lips together. "Were there any keys or - " He reaches for an envelope, presumably with their victim's wallet inside, "Or a key card? Anything to indicate where he might've last been?"
Barry shakes his head. "He was under police protection and wasn't supposed to leave his apartment. But the apartment itself was clean - no blood pools."
"So what we're thinking is that he either snuck out and lost his tail, or he was kidnapped out of it, which is ... bold, to say the least." Laurel sighs heavily. "They learned from their Star City brethren."
Okay, so ruling out a kidnapping, their victim was killed in his apartment complex.
Tyler goes through the files again, looking for a map of the apartment. It's a typical second-story apartment, with a balcony and metal fence (with steel pickets, to preserve some aesthetic of the complex) at the end of the plan.
"How easy would it be to kidnap someone through the balcony?" It's a genuine question. With his speed, Tyler would be in and out - but he's gotta play mortal here. "Police were patrolling outside too, yeah?"
"In a pre-metahuman world? Difficult. But given the kinds of powers that could be wandering around this city - less and less complicated by the day."
"It's true," Barry nods with a sigh. "I mean, there have been invisible metas, metas that can fly or travel long distances by moving through the weather, or using the weather to take people - I wouldn't even rule out flight at this point."
It makes their job as law enforcement a whole lot more difficult when they also have to consider the impossible.
Just when he thinks he's heard of everything, something new pops out of (or flies through?) thin air. Tyler sighs, rubbing his forehead. Can't rule that out, then.
"Okay, thinking back to the wound..." Laurel had said it was bigger than a bullet hole, but smaller than a knife. Not many sharp and/or point-y things that fit that description.
So instead of thinking of how someone could be killed in their own apartment without leaving a trace of blood - what if he thinks about how someone could be killed with that kind of wound? Tyler glances back at the floor plan.
Apartment was clean, according to Barry. If the guy was killed, he must've either been on the balcony or kidnapped out of it. So if the guy was then kidnapped out of his own balcony, wouldn't he have struggled? Tyler would have - and he sure would've thrown the guy over the fence. The - the fence? Hold up.
He glances again at the plan, and at the descriptions gathered. The fence wasn't the typical wooden picket, or even wood to begin with. Those pickets were steel, and steel hurt. (He knew from experience.)
"Barry," Tyler's voice is low. "Has anyone checked the area around the fence? For signs of blood, I mean?"
Barry turns and squints at him for a moment, the wheels in his brain turning as he tries to remember if they'd checked the fence, and then reaches for the lab report. "Probably not, because the body was dumped elsewhere. We checked the apartment to see if it had been cleaned, but ... I don't think the techs would have checked the fence unless there was some kind of indication that he had swan dived from somewhere."
Laurel frowns for a moment, before moving around to look at the report over Barry's shoulder. "Will that help us find the person responsible?"
Barry glances back at her and shrugs. "Definitely can't hurt."
Makes sense. Tyler feels like he’s grasping at straws here, but the fence would explain the lack of the murder weapon. Who would suspect the architecture killed someone (or rather, had the ability to kill someone)?
“Thanks, man.” It’ll be extra effort, but hopefully not a fruitless one. “I don’t know if that’s what did him in, but I’m just thinking... I would’ve struggled if someone tried to kidnap me out of my place.”
So it’s extra weird that the apartment itself is clean, unless that fight happened outside or elsewhere. Given the metas, he’s really, really hoping the latter isn’t the case.
Laurel nods in agreement, before tipping her head to the side for a moment. "That's a good point, but it's also entirely possible they had someone around to clean up and put things back where they belonged. While Barry's processing the fence, maybe I can get a look at the security footage from that night."
"You guys can probably go talk to Joe for that," Barry nods. "I'm pretty sure he had the footage pulled when they started the investigation."
By Joe, Tyler's guessing he means Detective West. Not that he's had a ton of experience with the law enforcement here in Central City (or that he ever plans to).
"Sounds good." Tyler turns towards the door, like the eager puppy he is sometimes. "Thanks, Barry. I appreciate you looking into it."
"Hey, I want to get this guy as much as you do. The sooner we can do that, the sooner Central City will be a safer." He flashes them both a smile as he gathers his kit, before making his way towards the door. "Back in a flash."
Laurel has to fight really hard not to roll her eyes. Barry, why are you this way. She can't fight the hint of a smirk though, as she turns to address Tyler. "Want to come with me to find Joe?"
That must've been an inside joke. Tyler furrows his brow, but decides to think nothing of it as he heads towards the door.
"Yeah, sure." He laughs, "I don't exactly have anywhere else to be."
If he remembered right from the informal tour he'd gotten during his interview, the police station was downstairs. Detective West's office wouldn't be too far ahead - but he keeps a small distance behind Laurel, letting her lead the way.
She does lead the way, making her way downstairs to the bullpen and scanning for any sign of the detective in question. At first there's no sign, but then Captain Singh moves past with a nod.
"Counselor."
"Captain. Is Detective West still here?"
"Just missed him. He ducked out for an ultrasound appointment, but he said he would be back to finish some paperwork. Anything I can help you with?"
She shakes her head. "Just wanted to go over a case. We'll go grab dinner and come back."
"I'll let him know you were looking for him."
"Thanks." And she takes a breath, before turning back to Tyler. "I don't know about you, but I need a milkshake."
"Like a Big Belly Burger milkshake?" Tyler might be pushing it, but he's craving a burger after his (pretty long) first day. He doesn't exactly have early morning classes either, so he figures he can splurge. Just this once. "I'm always down for a few."
A few, he says, knowing full well he'll be full by the time he starts a second one.
He grins, turning towards the door and holding it open for Laurel. "Lead the way, boss."
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As he watches Barry leave, Tyler can't help letting out a low whistle. It's not like he didn't expect resistance - but also, he can't help giving Laurel an apologetic, almost sheepish, "Maybe I should've told him it was my idea."
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"We'll just have to show him that you're taking things as they're meant to, this time.'
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"And while I also appreciate my gut, my gut isn't necessarily going to hold up in a court of law." Laurel gives a small shrug. "But we work with what we've got."
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How would someone back home have murdered their witnesses and former employees? The Salvatore brothers would've drained their victims of blood. The Sirens would've also probably ditched their victims in a river, and well - werewolves were bloodier and more obvious.
The wounds from the photographs weren't vampire or werewolf bites. But those guys would've killed in the safety of their home. Somewhere where they could purposefully erase all evidence and feign ignorance.
Which gives him an idea, based on how the body had been unceremoniously dumped -
"We don't know where it really happened, right?" Tyler presses his lips together. "Were there any keys or - " He reaches for an envelope, presumably with their victim's wallet inside, "Or a key card? Anything to indicate where he might've last been?"
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"So what we're thinking is that he either snuck out and lost his tail, or he was kidnapped out of it, which is ... bold, to say the least." Laurel sighs heavily. "They learned from their Star City brethren."
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Tyler goes through the files again, looking for a map of the apartment. It's a typical second-story apartment, with a balcony and metal fence (with steel pickets, to preserve some aesthetic of the complex) at the end of the plan.
"How easy would it be to kidnap someone through the balcony?" It's a genuine question. With his speed, Tyler would be in and out - but he's gotta play mortal here. "Police were patrolling outside too, yeah?"
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"It's true," Barry nods with a sigh. "I mean, there have been invisible metas, metas that can fly or travel long distances by moving through the weather, or using the weather to take people - I wouldn't even rule out flight at this point."
It makes their job as law enforcement a whole lot more difficult when they also have to consider the impossible.
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"Okay, thinking back to the wound..." Laurel had said it was bigger than a bullet hole, but smaller than a knife. Not many sharp and/or point-y things that fit that description.
So instead of thinking of how someone could be killed in their own apartment without leaving a trace of blood - what if he thinks about how someone could be killed with that kind of wound? Tyler glances back at the floor plan.
Apartment was clean, according to Barry. If the guy was killed, he must've either been on the balcony or kidnapped out of it. So if the guy was then kidnapped out of his own balcony, wouldn't he have struggled? Tyler would have - and he sure would've thrown the guy over the fence. The - the fence? Hold up.
He glances again at the plan, and at the descriptions gathered. The fence wasn't the typical wooden picket, or even wood to begin with. Those pickets were steel, and steel hurt. (He knew from experience.)
"Barry," Tyler's voice is low. "Has anyone checked the area around the fence? For signs of blood, I mean?"
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Laurel frowns for a moment, before moving around to look at the report over Barry's shoulder. "Will that help us find the person responsible?"
Barry glances back at her and shrugs. "Definitely can't hurt."
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“Thanks, man.” It’ll be extra effort, but hopefully not a fruitless one. “I don’t know if that’s what did him in, but I’m just thinking... I would’ve struggled if someone tried to kidnap me out of my place.”
So it’s extra weird that the apartment itself is clean, unless that fight happened outside or elsewhere. Given the metas, he’s really, really hoping the latter isn’t the case.
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"You guys can probably go talk to Joe for that," Barry nods. "I'm pretty sure he had the footage pulled when they started the investigation."
"I'll run downstairs and ask him."
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"Sounds good." Tyler turns towards the door, like the eager puppy he is sometimes. "Thanks, Barry. I appreciate you looking into it."
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Laurel has to fight really hard not to roll her eyes. Barry, why are you this way. She can't fight the hint of a smirk though, as she turns to address Tyler. "Want to come with me to find Joe?"
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"Yeah, sure." He laughs, "I don't exactly have anywhere else to be."
If he remembered right from the informal tour he'd gotten during his interview, the police station was downstairs. Detective West's office wouldn't be too far ahead - but he keeps a small distance behind Laurel, letting her lead the way.
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"Counselor."
"Captain. Is Detective West still here?"
"Just missed him. He ducked out for an ultrasound appointment, but he said he would be back to finish some paperwork. Anything I can help you with?"
She shakes her head. "Just wanted to go over a case. We'll go grab dinner and come back."
"I'll let him know you were looking for him."
"Thanks." And she takes a breath, before turning back to Tyler. "I don't know about you, but I need a milkshake."
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A few, he says, knowing full well he'll be full by the time he starts a second one.
He grins, turning towards the door and holding it open for Laurel. "Lead the way, boss."