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Melodie looked up at the woman in disbelief. The thought of another person assisting her in the investigation wasn't exactly thrilling.

"The details of this case are classified to the public, so I don't see any room for a schoolteacher to get involved." She muttered grumpily. "But suppose that I DID do all that. Like with the teeth marks and stuff." All traces of professionalism faded as she clutched desperately to the steering wheel for support. "What do you suppose my next course of action is, get a dentist to measure the mouth of every damn person in this town?" She sighed for a moment, staring silently at the woman for a moment and regaining her composure.

Looking around to see if there were any other officers around, she leaned out the car window and whispered. "Look, we already know it isn't the mountain cannibal. We actually ruled that out a while ago. The problem is finding a guy that punches two holes into the necks of his victims. Probably some sort of cult thing." She peeked over at the crime scene before continuing, "There's no way that human teeth could do something like that, so right now we're searching for some sort of artificial fangs." Melodie wasn't permitted to share these facts with anyone outside of the case, and she wasn't exactly sure what possessed her to do it now.

Leaning back against the seat, she silently thought to herself, 'Measuring the distance between them might not work so well, but if I measured the depth of the puncture wound I might be able to track it with with a specialist.'

Melodie glanced over at the teacher once more before starting the car. Suspicious of the woman, she spoke once more before pulling out of the lot.

"How do you know so much? This is classified information."