"Miss Lewis," the officer bowed, ashamed.
"Just don't do it again, okay?" I said.
I went into Nash's office and found him holding up something. "What is that?" I asked curiously.
"Crime scene pictures," he said with a smirk. I took it from him and realized that it was footprints, muddy footprints.
I looked at the prints and had to laugh. "Limited edition shoes, huh? Weren't these selling for a hundred thousand dollars a while back? Pre-order and limited edition too."
Nash looked impressed. "You know your shoes, don't you?"
I shrugged. "I watch a lot of random content on the internet. Especially what rich people are buying and showing off." I tapped on the picture. "We have a shoe size and by contacting the brand, we will get a list of people who bought the shoes and in what size."
Nash nodded. "You are not interested in this pointing towards the murderer but proving that they committed a crime, aren't you?"
