Nothing was said from Amjad after his initial musing, listening to the ideas and suggestions of others. This speculation jam was good. One of the key skills to being a successful detective was reasoning - the ability to avoid illogical jumps and conclusions. It helped keep one another on their toes in that area, it's surprisingly easy for people (read: others) to grow complacent and let that skill go rusty. 

Not quite the case for Amjad given his condition, but it didn't hurt to make sure he was on the ball. 

Amjad really didn't want to leave his work-in-progress just sitting around. He reached down to grab the aforementioned jar, bringing up to his gaze and giving it an appreciative look over. Who knew what misfortune could befall it if he left it alone in the agency.

Well not much could happen to it, but that wasn't going to stop Amjad anyway. 

The boy stored away the insciption tools into their polished oakwood container, packing it away into his black and blue backpack, taking the jar under arm and the bag on his back and joined the others in the red van. He huddled up onto his own seat as he did inside the agency, resting his chin on his knees. 

[i]"How many other incidents like this have happened in the past year? Between the branches?"[/i]