While Jessica had gotten used to the concept of weirder things happening in the city, this was easily the weirdest case that she had been assigned and so far she wasn't doing so hot. The pictures proved that the guy existed and wasn't exactly the conservative type, but there wasn't necessarily anything to prove how spooky he, this building, or what he was doing could be. There was nothing for it. She was going to have to get up close and personal on her own private time if she wanted to get good enough photos to prove anyone on the premises might have had something to do with the mass execution of some goats in transit.
That was not the hard part. Doors weren't really a barrier. The hard part was, once she was in the place, Jessica didn't know where to start. If she was going to blame someone for goat sacrifice, it was probably the guy who spent all of his time in this shop. She started shooting, heading up and down the aisles and really just pointing and clicking as she went, trying to get a gauge on what in particular would end goats en masse. That was when she realized she wasn't alone. “It’s not what it looks like…” she started, because she didn't want to get a baseball bat to the head (or straight up ritualistically sacrificed) for misplaced assumptions.