Thoroughly caffeinated and carbohydrate-fed, the two detectives pored over the crime scene photos, which were spread across a conference room table and a broad cork board.
“See the footprint in the close-up here?” Pete was saying, indicating a picture of some grass. “This is the best one we got. It doesn't appear to be any kind of known boot or shoe, so it's probably something exotic.”
“Not many hunters around here wear foreign shoes,” Baker mused. He had a paper cup of coffee in one hand, and a half-eaten donut in the other. He was trying to decide between them. “Maybe we could cross reference international travelers with local land owners…”
“Heh, yeah I'll get right on that,”Pete said sarcastically, sipping his own coffee and then setting it on the table.
“But I think we can agree,”
