Tonks rested her binder down on his table and nodded at the information inside. Reems and reems of parchment about failed investigation after failed investigation. It would be a lot of hours of paper work, that is for certain, another delay in the investigation.
She settled into the chair next to Savage, crossing her legs and turning slightly hardened, distant eyes on the man across from her. "It's all there. But we've been investigating a lot of lesser known hiding areas. Places criminals use. Flushing them out of the dirt and rubbish and trying to find which of them he might be using. So far, none."