Michael was speaking to one of the uniformed cops when he noticed the red head in the corner. She wasn't exactly hiding, and he knew a few of the others had tried to talk to her and she had just kept staring. "Just a minute," he said, holding a finger up.
Victor was taking in the scene. The man had an eidetic memory and he was able to recall tiny details even having just seen something once. "Vic," Michael said, elbowing his partner gently. "Vic, I think it might be a good idea if you talk to the daughter."