It wasn't that Tiana Williams couldn't do it, but that she lacked extensive experience and couldn't easily offer her own thoughts without the risk of disrupting their investigative direction.
Before long, Tiana had jotted down the teacher's information on a piece of paper and handed it to Isabella Jackson, "Go find this Teacher Fu. He's an expert in this area and a good friend of mine. He's retired and at home now. I'll give him a heads up. Once you have the portrait, come find me."
Tiana said nonchalantly.
Isabella took it from her, glanced at the note, then nodded her head, "Okay, thanks for the trouble! I won't disturb you any longer. I'll leave these materials with you for now; we have copies at the station. I'm off!"
Isabella said as she stood up, picked up her cup of tea, blew on it, and drank it down in a few gulps before leaving with a quick stride.
Truly quite the busybody.
