"It's Professor Zoom!" Ozzy said holding up the paper.
"Huh?" Lykopis let out, looking oddly at the boxer.
"You see," he began to explain, "the Flash wears a red suit with a yellow lightening bolt through a white circle. His nemesis, Professor Zoom, wears an identical suit but yellow with a red lightening bolt. Ergo, Professor Zoom did it in the living room with the candle stick."
"It's like watching someone try and pour Jell-O through a sieve," Icarus commented.
Baxter smiled, "If you would allow me to elaborate further, I will detail how the half eaten lasagna in the fridge points to Garfield being the accomplice."
"What do you think, Adem?" Drake said as he lowered himself down next to the detective.
"Our murderer, assuming there is only one, is very clever," the alien responded. "Though it is impossible to tell for sure, it seems as though the entry was not forced. The front door was locked, according to the account of the woman who found the body. The terrace door was jammed shut by a loose piece of ceramics. How did the murderer exit after his crime?"
"Teleporter?" Drake mumbled aloud.
"Transmuter," Gaunt added as he kept searching in his own way around the apartment.
"Or he walked right out the front door," Icarus said in a mocking tone.
"Indeed," Adem agreed. "Straight out the front without a care as to who sees him.... or her. Dripping with blood down to the lobby to leave this note."
"That's a lot of nerve," Ozzy said pulling a loose thread away from his tattered shirt.
"Yes, it is." Adem walked over to the front door. His eyes focused in on the knob. "No discernable print. Except our own, of course." Ozzy blushed a little as his hands entered his pockets. Lykopis hid hers under her crossed arms. "Humans covet wealth, correct?"
"We sure as hell like it if that's what you mean," Icarus answered.
"Wouldn't a place were the wealthy live have some form of security?"
Drake cupped his hand around his chin. "There wasn't a doorman downstairs when we came in."
"Survelliance cameras!" Tommy let out as though the idea had bitten him on the rear.
"Jym," Different called into his wrist.
{I am glad you called,} the AI's squat face spoke from the screen.
{Just this very nanosecond, I have completed the fifth volume of my collected poems concerning the simple, yet exotic binary system used on this planet.}
"I'm sure no one cares," Adem said. "I need you to find out if this building has any securtiy measures. Also, I need a detailed list of Emma Sigfried's life. Financials, personal contacts, all going two generation if necessary."
{Compliance.}
"Compliance?"
{If you are just going to treat me like a machine, then I am going to react like one.} Jym sobbed.
"Oh great!" Adem lowered his arm. "An AI with an inferiority complex." He turned to the rest of the group. "Now, we wait for the autopsy and see."
"See what?" Icarus asked.
"We see if Sigfried was a meta," the alien continued to gaze around the apartment.
"Why would she be a meta?" the pilot asked.
"Why would a dark skinned warrior woman be standing on her terrace?"
"Oooooohhhhh! Burned, flyboy!" Ozzy made a sizzling sound.
"Make no mistake," the alien interrupted. "Our advisary this time is clever and bold. A dangerous combination to be sure."
