"A few times. But then, I sorta think this isn't your first rodeo either, or is it, Padre ?"
Helen's part of the search doesn't turn up anything too spectacular, but then, she didn't expect it to, really. Still the cuts in those tents ? That's off... She can think of few reasons why somebody would slash those up that aren't too good for their line of investigation. As Conner waves her over, she squats down next to him at the chalk outline.
"Yah, figured as much. I mean, if he would've been killed here, that'd have been the bad klind of messy."
But yeah, she hasn't seen the marks. Her eyes follow Conner's pointing gesture down to the former lived in spaces. She adresses Conner with a somewhat lowered voice.
"Maybe. On the other hand, we don't know if the Police would've found those marks. If you ask me, that attack might have been a feint. Not really aimed at fucking up those fellows, just pushing it at 'em enough to scare them off and make sure they won't come back anytime soon. No more easy scapegoats, sure, but also means no surprise witnesses when the cops roll in.
Also, two more things. One, I don't know if we're being watched, but you might want to keep that pointing around down a little. Dunno, just in case. Two, in case we get separated out there, where do we regroup ?"
Asked about the smell, she tilts her head to the left a little with a look as if she's thinking about something.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Smells like diabetes sneaking right up."
Helen once more affects her trademark frown and nods shortly after.
"Let's go."