The crime scene was located at an abandoned factory.
There were large oil drums scattered everywhere, filled with remaining debris, iron skewers, and bony remnants of wings.
Harry was quite familiar with this type of environment.
"These factories were abandoned when Los Angeles passed certain city ordinances, causing them to relocate," he explained. "Later, they became gathering places for truant kids. They'd light fires here, hang out, barbecue. It was also where gangs recruited new blood. In fact, you can find this stuff in any slum."
Dean drove by, glanced around the perimeter, and frowned. "It looks pretty deserted. Guess it's been a while since anyone's hung around here."
"I'll get to the bottom of this!" Harry nodded.
He knew his role all too well: don't ask questions, be a good sidekick, and just stay out of the way.
Outside the factory, two police cars were parked, and colleagues from the forensics team were examining a charred, abandoned vehicle.
