"No shit." Jennifer rolled her eyes. "The people who are born here aren't creative enough to do stuff like this." She waved her hand backward toward the scene.
She had been wrong to assume his appearance was random, though. Nothing in this place was random. Not really. Everybody ended up where they were for some reason.
"The City turned itself around so you'd end up at my crime scene so you could tell me about the gaping holes in my logic and point out that a child committed these murders." Her voice wasn't angry anymore. She'd given in. "Is there anything else you can tell me? Please."
It was not really an apology. But maybe as close as she was going to get right now. The bit about the eleven year old really had been something of an insight.