"I am not nearly smart enough to be a CSI," Gus laughed, "Why do you think I'm Sheriff, huh? I'm good at arbitrating tasks and organizing raids, but the really fancy stuff is for the eggheads with laminates."
He shook his head at her, just trying to imagine himself being one of those people who could figure out the exact trajectory of a bullet just by looking at a corpse. Gus wasn't awful on a crime scene, of course, but there was a reason they had a CSI team.
"I'll leave that work to people with degrees," he said, "I don't think my GED really qualifies me to do blood spatter analysis."
The oven buzzed and his eyebrows shot up. Cake! He'd let her do the honors, though. Maybe it'd need a few more minutes, if his oven was being a fussy bitch.