Taking a deep breath...or rather the habit of taking a deep breath as he no longer had lungs in which to breath, Crowley pauses. For the most part he is drawing a blank on the specifics of who this is but he is already drawing up a number of possible people in his head. Though he wanted to make sure there weren't any more clues left on the scene. Not wanting to appear incapable of doing his own investigation and with a well hidden dislike for Scarver's company he sets off over to where the girl was found. 

	If she had been taken and dragged from the street he would have had a decent chance of finding something...anything that could have provided a clue. This block isn't in a known territory of any of the gangs. Perhaps it was some gutsy thugs? No...no this was clean. If it was spontaneous then whoever did this was brilliantly skilled. As one of the medics pass by on their last round before they leave he grabs one by the arm and pulls them close. He doesn't whisper but he doesn't raise his voice to a level where Scarver or Marv would have heard him. 

	[b]"You call for me immediately if that girl wakes up. Do you hear me? I'm first to know."[/b] he lets them go and heads back over to the site. He stares at it over and over again hoping something new pops out to him that he didn't notice before.