Jason looked up as someone approached. He'd been going through his notes. He didn't recognize the officer approaching, he wasn't one of the detectives from his department anyway. Opening the door, he was nearly knocked over by the scent of cow. Bull. Some kind of bovine. His stomach growled loudly, reminding him that he'd only had a few bites of breakfast before his day had exploded with multiple crises.
"Hi," he managed, forcing the growl from his voice. Even if this guy was a werecow (werebull, whatever), he was a big male. Which had Jason's inner lion trying to decide between running the hell away or going for reinforcements. "Sorry, didn't catch all of that," he admitted, shaking his head and trying to focus on what Detective Johnson was saying. "Word travels fast. It was only a couple of hours ago. What do you have for me?"
God, now he wanted hamburgers. Or a nice thick steak.