"Yeah. I think so." Hank says with a tired nod. Damned Red Ice. A little bit of it everywhere, peddled to every lonely human from the blood of androids.

"We had a guy that was trafficking stolen goods, being followed by someone in the property department. The property department guy had an important meeting to go to, and the fuckin' perp ends up one of the killings. People thought he was a part of the North family, that's what they were looking into. His entire stock was stolen. And in that stock? A couple of gallons of thirium."

People don't often go missing or stay dead in this place. And these people are.

Which is a danger in itself. He doesn't know if she knows how to keep the Head from bringing people back, or if this was supposed to be a case where they did come back fearing her, or if she knew that people weren't coming back and was taking advantage of it. There are a lot of questions that could be also be answered by finding her.

But it's a thought that he shares by putting his hand over Connor's and tapping it. An unspoken request to share the idea.