“Yup! If we can lift some prints off the safe that aren’t yours or Gili’s, we can use them to compare against possible suspects, since they’re all unique to each individual person.” Llewellyn tried very hard to not imagine the slightly smug look that Murdoch would have on his face to hear him talking about taking prints, especially given the amount of times he’d found the man’s speeches on the subject so terribly boring.

Following her into the forge, he kept an eye on Pretzel while they went. The dog was well behaved though, trotting along behind them on his leash, nose in the air as he took in the interesting scents of this new place.

“Ah- thank you.” He responded, opening his bag and taking out the dusting kit he’d managed to put together and getting to work.