A quick assessment by the detective did indeed tell him this was probably one of Tasha's contacts, the posture, the clothing, the items under the clothing. He'd met a few hunters in his days, knew there were a few who'd set up camp in Clark County, and knew they were able to take care of issues he couldn't.
"A bull, huh? And here I thought we'd won the lotto with dragon, a winged horse, another one with a horn on its head..." He couldn't bring himself to describe it as a unicorn, that was one step too far, especially given what had happened it. "Some killer plant? No idea if it was a crop of illicit substances being burned off, or what, but from what was reported it was crazytown out there." He paused only a moment before asking, "you one of Tasha's contacts?"