She glanced up at him, the nodded, "Of course." She was always willing to help Gus out. He'd helped her out on more than one occasion when she needed information she couldn't seem to get her hands on.
Grace glanced back down at the photos as he tapped one. It irked her that one of their own was being so blatant about the fight. There was a reason the angels and demons only fought once a month out in the corn fields. Ash was harder to see when it slipped between the dead stalks of corn or littered the freshly plowed earth. It also eliminated investigations like this.
She couldn't tell Gus that it was a personal vendetta against an entire hoard of demons. He would look at her like she'd grown three additional heads. "Heavy people, with lots of fat? They burn, almost from the inside out, until there's nothing left but ash." It wasn't the case here, she knew, but sometimes it satisfied the unexplainable.
"I'm not sure. It would appear that way from the way she took it. It was on the Experience property." She shrugged and looked up again. "She didn't mention any of her employees having gone missing?"