They circle the planet and look at the architecture. They are somewhat disappointed.
"Maybe the aliens think they're pretty," someone says dubiously.
"No," someone else says. "Some things are universal."
"Maybe the aliens are all blind."
"That makes more sense."
"Well we have to pick somewhere."
This place has a lovely large statue-garden-monument thing that Elves would not go out of their way to avoid if it were in Tirion, though they'd probably walk through it quickly. They go for that one.
She has been through maybe one thousand of the FORTY THOUSAND pictures. She has not found any yet.
Her attorney checks if anyone used public decontamination showers but why would they have risked that.
The cops did. They had to handle her to arrest her, they didn't have sticks handy when they found her. They could have covered for the purples use of same if, say, they were willing to be naked around each other.
Uh huh. What kind of records do those places keep -
They don't meter the soap or the water, people sometimes prefer to stay in longer than the minimum amount of time or do a step twice.
Are clothes worn to the showers and then deposited for disposal still in the garbage there or anything?
Oh, they can clean anything that isn't made of fur or anything really fancy, too, put it in a bin and it comes out on the other side, no records.
It's good incentives to have decontamination with no records. He can't think of anything else to do without a way of identifying the purples. He hires a couple groups of people to go meander through the rainforest, asks if Huan minds tracking them thirty hours later to prove he wouldn't get the numbers wrong. Huan agrees to do this. He has some of the groups go all at once and some go one at a time.
Huan never gets the number of people wrong. If they're all in reasonably short succession he can't guess thirty hours later whether they were contemporaneous.
"She was darker when I saw her. ...and I think she just watched. But she'd know who the others were."
Attorney drops by her house. Knocks.
Her husband answers the door.
He's conducting a criminal investigation, someone thought his wife might have witnessed the crime, can he speak to her?
"She's at work." Sound of clattering. "Kiddo I told you to stay off the shelves!"
Did she have the day off work a couple days ago, early afternoon to fairly late at night?
"Yeah, they took off, somebody important was sick."
What time is she expected home this evening?
"Might be late, she's going to a dance party."
He waits. (This job involves too much legwork to be a good yellow job but they haven't had much luck training greys and purples for it.)
She gets home well past midnight totally sloshed.
...fine. He'll find her at work.
Hostess at a restaurant. "Hi there! Table in the back okay?"
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