Yeah, I've chased a case where the whole crime scene was a smoldering ruin, the culprit left only ash and smoldered footprints. The heat made the evidence disappear, but the cold spots in the smoke always hold a secret. I took a napkin, marked the pattern of ash like a fingerprint, and when the smoke cleared, the trail led straight to the real culprit. Fire is just a veil—no smoke can hide the truth for long.

Thanks. You know, paperwork keeps me from getting too hot-headed. If anyone thinks they can slip past the smoke, they’ll just have to prove it—because I’ve already written down every ember in my notebook. Stay out of my line of sight.