Bill followed Jason past the uniforms at the tape. He pushed his glasses up his nose again... Largely a subconscious tic. It was what he did every time he was starting to look for things. It was a little annoying when he wore his contacts. He still used his nose and ears... But he wasn't a bloodhound. The nose of a bison wasn't designed for tracking anything. It was for finding grass, even under snow. Maybe detecting predators upwind. So separating out one human's smell from the uniforms walking around would be best left to the Lion. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, and swept his eyes over the scene...
Seeing the glint of broken glass, Bill reached out and tapped Jason on the shoulder. "Hey. Glass, broken outward. Good place as any to start." He said, as he moved deeper into the alleyway. He knelt down by the window, making sure to steer clear of the pattern of shattered glass. It was evidence. He pulled a small digital camera from his jacket pocket, and snapped a couple of quick pictures of the broken glass. He may be a were-bison, and a practitioner of Native Magics, but he was still a cop. He pointed, "Colored glass mixed in with clear. Two sources... Dark spot on some of the colored glass. Smells like blood. Good find. He reached into another pocket, and procured a small hand-made leather sack. From it, he pulled a pair of tweezers, long and large enough to be used by someone with hands the size of his. He carefully selected a few pieces of bloody glass, but left plenty. "Colored glass is probably from the liquor bottle he hit her with. Who knows, maybe telekinesis leaves more of an imprint for the spirits to identify. Dunno. Never tried to track one, that I know of." He stood up, and pocketed the bag and tweezers. "Alright. Where did he go, when he ran out? What door?"