"I said interacted with. Not handled. I've found crack dealers from dirt they stepped in." he held up a hand, "Yeah, yeah, dirt don't burn either. It just has to go into the fire. I didn't make the rules. They'd make more sense if I did." he shook his head. "Now, I ain't about to haul you to all the old scenes to look for footprints. But you know his scent. If we can get there, maybe you can tell me some place his scent is that I can't. I work Narcotics at the 33rd. Not a whole lotta reason for me to start walking onto one of your crime scenes."
Then... a thoughtful look crossed his face. Considering what the uniform on-site had told him about what happened inside... "Then again. He broke one cop's arm, tossed another around, on top of knocking around two really big folks on the inside. Sounds like a tweaker to me. PCP can make a person do some wild things. Maybe good enough for me to walk on and check things over. You'n me nose around as much as we can, see if anything jumps out at us... hopefully not literally. Hopefully we can look it over before too many feet have stomped on it. You can find me something with his scent on it... Maybe I can find him."