"Alright. I'll wait in the lobby, say your goodbyes, and I'll drive?"

"We'll do that, thank you."

He waits in the lobby.

They don't take a very long time to talk about whatever it is they need to talk about.

"Let's go, then."

He waves at the deputy, and leads her to his Jeep. 

"What do you think is going on?"

"I think there is not yet enough information for a coherent hypothesis to be formed."

"Guess so, yeah. If magic exists that throws a lot of stuff out the window." 

He gets his phone out before they go, making sure he knows where they're going. 

"Pawn shop first, better not to bother people who own half the town at night." 

"I concur. Are you planning on informing your father of this escapade?"

"Before, or after? He'll be talking to the family right now." 

He starts driving, satisfied that he knows where they're going. 

"You know him better than I do."

And soon enough, they arrive at the pawn shop.

Yeong gets out of the car.

Presumably it is, like all crime scenes, cordoned off?

It is!

Stiles does not seem to care about police tape.

He keeps walking. 

Well, then. She supposes looking suspicious would look suspicious. She follows, like she knows what she's doing.

They get inside with no problems.

The scene is a bloody mess, with bullets riddling the walls. It's not a surprise that there was only one survivor.

Stiles seems uncomfortable with all the blood stains. He looks a little unsteady. 

She does not.

"Are you certain you want to be here? I could survey the scene without you if you prefer."

"I'm not gonna faint, it's just a little blood."

He examines the walls; for what, is not clear. 

"Are you looking for anything in particular?"

"I don't know. Weird stuff. Anything that explains how he got into the police station, maybe some kind of fancy tech that someone pawned because they were desparate? Maybe he got hit by a radioactive bullet." 

Well she'll start looking for anything suspicious, too. Which is a bit hard, considering how unsuspicious these things are by default, but.

Anything that doesn't belong?

It looks like a fairly standard murder scene.

If there was anything suspicious here, it's not there now.

But see, she isn't looking for suspicious, she's looking for ordinary and out of place, like, say, a soap wrapper.

There's a cross here, a newspaper there, and a trading card in between. It is a pawn shop. Who knows what's valuable? 

She will very surreptitiously attempt to rip a bit of the newspaper off, and same for the trading card, and try to scratch the cross.

The trading card rips.

The cross doesn't scratch, and the newspaper doesn't rip.