Having been praised, Bobo was in high spirits. As he inspected the scene, he began explaining his reasoning to everyone.
For example, what footprints would look like when someone hid in the grass, how to tell from footprints whether someone was wearing oversized shoes to mislead investigators, and other interesting counter-surveillance methods.
Even so, he needed only three minutes to finish investigating the crime scene, finding a whole pile of clues that the Metropolis Police Department forensic division had missed.
After all, officers could not communicate with a dog's soul, and their usual standards were somewhat lower than those of their Gotham counterparts. Even the location they had determined as the murder scene did not match the actual location.
They had merely seen where the body had fallen and cordoned off the surrounding area, without realizing that if someone died while running at high speed, bodily inertia could still make the headless corpse run some distance.
If they did not even know that, naturally they would never have considered that someone had once been hiding in the bushes "along the way."
"I found several suspects, Sheriff." Adjutant projected dozens of photos of criminals holding placards. "These are all scum who were once arrested by Dog Leftovers, held grudges against him, and were recently released from prison for various reasons."
"I get it. So that was your line of thinking." Wally was not Barry. He was not a forensic technician, but he often watched Barry work and had picked up some basic investigative knowledge. "Motive, right?"
"Right. We know our killer had a fundamental goal: obtain a dog, inject it with Clayface Plasma Nanomachines, and let it impersonate Krypto so it could infiltrate Clark's home and wait for an opportunity."
Deathstroke held a cigarette between his lips and offered Wally another