"Yeah, but avoid the meatloaf." says Andrews, as he soundly knocks his sternum with his fist. This heartburn of his could be anything at this point, considering the kind of day he's having. "So did you know Jane Allen before tonight? Do you know any of her friends?" he asks Rook. "We'll be waiting here for forensics to show, and then to see a doctor about his hand." He hands Rook his card, asking, "Heres my cel phone. Where was your next lead?"