Pofski raised an eyebrow as he heard an annoying, pestersome croak outside, disturbing the quiet and solitude of this investigation. He didn't particularly care to go birdwatching... But then it hit him that perhaps there would be another body in the fields, one that would perhaps provide a better idea of what the hell was going on out here, so that he could get another job that wasn't so far below his standards. The evidence inside could wait, but the evidence outside would be eaten by birds if he wasted too much time looking for booze that might not actually be there. He trotted outside, looking for any source of crowing, glancing at the man in yellow to make sure he heard it too.