"Because he's a lying little twerp." Andromeda told Adon. "Nobody in their right mind would trust him. Dunno why Glass has. But he's not that bright is he?" Andromeda folded her arms. She looked unimpressed. "No, we questioned him about dementors at Ilkley. No reason to mention werewolves. We aren't his parole officers either. It's Vaillancourt or someone docile. He was meant to be 'reformed'. Has turned up every week without fail. Something's up though. He didn't want to talk. Should be turning up today, otherwise he's known to haunt a couple of hostels. Think he knows more?"

Well.  There was really no doubt about it.  Andromeda was a woman of conviction.  Of feelings.  Or at least, very vocal opinions.  Adon braved a glimmer of a smile at her open  of twerps and dimwits.  Adon was also a man of expression--but this uncorked, open railing was new.  He shook his head, amused.

"Think he knows more?"

"Musgrave? Well," Adon gave a bitter laugh that sounded nearly like a cough. "That's hard to say.  Seeing as we don't know anything he's communicated, other than the fact that it's brought us to this location."  Glass wasn't a dimwit--his precision in shutting them out showed a dogged vehemence that Adon had yet to understand fully.

Adon turned, fully closing Glass--and Pratt--out now.  Mercifully, he did not seem to have noticed Andromeda's rather... pointed assessment earlier.  "I think," he began in a lower tone, "We need to get a hold of his PO--Valliancourt," another dimwit, apparently, "or whoever that may be--and get some speed on this.  By all accounts, we can, technically speaking, be waiting for him to show up today. But in the meantime, we need to be making damned well sure we have made efforts to prevent him from breaking parole."  Like leaving town.  "Surveillance.  In-person contact.  I am confident Pratt would at least sign off on that."

Probably this was what Glass hadn't wanted--which was why he hadn't been forthcoming.  But, another question to consider, was why Glass was unwilling to let an involved parolee face questioning.  Was there involvement there, too, perhaps?  An unknown connection or loyalty that would sway Glass to shirk his due-diligence?  Or was Glass truly that dismissive of investigations in general, that he felt that no lead could save the Auror Corps?

"I've got my, ah... marching orders," he said, tilting the paper that gave contact information to a witness.  "If you want to join.  But I think we ought to communicate, at least, to Pratt, the concern.  Maybe Warrington, too.  They may want you along if Pratt, or Warrington chooses to do anything on it."

Quill Som was a moody slug. Deputy head of a department or not, calling his genuine concerns about the situation with the crime scene whinging was plain ignorance. Now fortunately for her Majesty deputy head of the cleaning up squad, Eddie was promised his boss he would make a valiant effort to think before he spoke, to insult as few colleagues as possible and attempt not to create rifts between his office and the department of mess tidying.

"Odd isn't it, sir? Dozens of tracks, blood spilled everywhere, obvious signs of werewolves... But no tufts of fur?" Nott came to his boss’s side and Ed frowned, looking down at the ground around them. His lips pursed together for a moment before he glanced back up to the auror.
“Owl the Werewolf registry. Any wolves not show up to safehouses last night? I want a list. Registered and unregistered but suspected.”

"A muffled, abandoned venue, contained magical activity, blood yes, cage, yes, but what's the crime, Pratt?" If Glass wasn’t a Department Head Pratt would have let him have it. Instead the Head Auror bit his tongue and considered ways to get rid of the cleaners so his team could actually do their jobs free of disturbances to their scene. Glass vanished for a moment to discuss an owl before returning to explain his new information. Pratt glanced at Eleor and Gamp in their quiet discussion.

Now Edwin’s mention at a source and someone from his team bothering them, Ed’s eyes followed the other wizard’s to rest back on Gamp. He very nearly bristled but maintained the auror composure, giving away nothing but irritancy about Glass’ presence at the scene. He therefore only gave a simply nod at being told about the muggle prime minister before stepping over to Gamp and Eleor, a lowered voice as he addressed them.

“Musgrave gave the tip. Passed it onto level 3 cus ye’ve bin botherin’ him, Gamp.” Little did he realise they’d been discussing him anyway. “We need to get rid o’this lot.” Green eyes darted between the couple. “Anything, even the smallest thing ye can find that might label this a crime scene, I need to see it. “

Adon shook his head.  You didn't have to solve a crime and have a culprit in hand before it was considered a crime. Honestly, why was Glass even bothering them about this?  But Pratt was absolutely right.  Better to have them gone and out of the way, then constantly underfoot.  In the short minutes since Adon had arrived, he'd managed to get tangled up in the squabble--and hadn't even had a proper look at what the other Aurors had been combing over.

He'd thought they had it well in hand, but he frowned at Pratt's request--a twinge in his stomach.  He ought to have been combing the area.

"Likely containment of oversized, magical creature without a proper permit should constitute sufficient grounds for investigation--I'm not certain which section of the regulations that would be placed in, here, but I am sure we have an aide who can look into that."  He looked around for one of the younger-looking ones.  If they weren't aides themselves--meant to do the grunt work, you could usually compel them to find others who would. 

There!  He caught a glimpse of one.  He had difficulty remembering her name--Violet or Mildred or--

"Camilla," he said, and the legal intern--fresh from this summer from some student development initiative or other, smiled brightly and pulled out a pad of paper.  Perfect.  "I need you to fetch the legislation pertaining to lawful magical creature containment--with any specifications on cage size.  And werewolves.  Let counsel know we're looking into it, too.  We'll need warrants from them, soon enough."  They needed a suspect in hand--now.

The whip of an intern flitted off, and Adon, brows still knit, returned. 

 "If Glass presses back, you can win your claim upon grounds of Reasonable Suspicion.  The probable violation at the very least of Magical Creature Welfare legislation--and any entailed activity."  This was not a mere matter of werewolf containment.  It would, however, close it as a crime scene, which was precisely what the boss-man wanted.

He held up a piece of parchment, given to him by Glass.  "I may be able to give you a victim, too.  Glass gave me a mauled Muggle--near this place-- perceived by the Squib Network as potentially magical.  He is in hospital.  I will see if he was anywhere near this place. I don not believe he has been Obligated.  That will certainly be a start."  He gave a nod, looking at Pratt for final approval.  He was ready to Apparate from this place.

Adon wanted them to find Musgrave. Andromeda's gut feeling was that he was not going to be there on level 2 today. If he was then he would have brought the information first thing. He would have been coming as usual, so why not bring it to level 2? Why give it to Glass? She nodded anyway to Adon.
"Warrington ain't on shift yet." Andromeda explained, "He called in a werewolf bite from St Mungo's in the middle of the night."

Pratt came over and confirmed that it was Musgrave who had tipped them off about the scene. Andromeda's stomach felt uneasy. At the mention that Gamp had been bothering Musgrave, she tutted and rolled her eyes. She was not bothering Musgrave.
"I'll go wind up Musgrave's slacking PO." Andromeda offered. "If he thinks I am bothering him, perhaps he'll talk to them instead. I'll grab Warrington when he reports in, see if we can track him down." Hardly waiting to see if her boss gave the nod, she stepped away and disapparated.