Tristan felt like a hamster spinning round, and around on its wheel but not going anywhere.
He had started spending less time with Ariel in an effort to figure things out faster. But so far, he was not doing good at all. In terms of leads and evidence gathered, he was only slightly ahead of the police.
His people had managed to find the blade that had been used(it had been dumped down a sewer at at edge of the city). But it had held no valuable information. The hilt had been completely wiped down. But Tristan had still had the blade sent out for testing. With any luck, the man's DNA would be on it alongside Ariel's.
He hoped that, with that, they would find the attacker's name in the system. Hopefully he was on record for other offenses. Otherwise, they would be back to square one.
