Meyer stands up to take a hold of the manila folder and opens it for both him and Renee to see. It was Tyrone's own unique handwriting alright, written to describe the current state of the situation along with facts he had known for a while. When they see their boss moving to the door though, they soon follow; she had to lock up the office, after all. "Erm...Commish, one more question? If Erhard turns out to be guilty and you return the evidence, how will we prove it?"
"Yeah. If that evidence was all that my brother was able to obtain, how are we going to go about the case? With the exception of Tyrone's notes, we're pretty much empty handed, here."
The two detectives glance at each other, confusion still written on their faces. Unlike Tyrone, they were just about as informed as Sydney was before entering the hospital, and the atmosphere was telling them something was afoot. Renee glanced at the manila folder on the desk.
"Is there information we need to know about this Muller guy? It seems odd for my brother to just...You know..."
"It feels like as if he's been drifting away from us lately and we don't know what's going on..."
"You mean the one that's been around the floor every now and then?"
"Erhard? The odd guy that re-taught some of us first-aid?" Both recalled seeing a guy in black and red roaming about the office; Meyer remembered taking him out for Chinese once. He was nice, and at least from his end did he notice that he and Tyrone were good friends. Why him?
The two detectives enter Robin's office, both quickly stealing a glance at Tyrone and Sydney's retreating figures before closing the door. Their feet carefully make a path past the small kittens mewing and tumbling on the carpet, but the eventually manage to sit down, patiently waiting for their boss to make a response.
Both men nod, but the detective was the first to leave the office; he had to pass the word, after all. Blue eyes connect with golden ones. "Thanks, miss. You didn't have to be lenient with him, but you did."
"Yes, ma'am."Desk work...That was hell in a basket on the ninth floor. The detective would take that over having to have a family relative take care of Hanna because of his incompetence, though, so it was time to suck it up. Sydney once again patted his knee.