[He mulls over that a minute, musing, the same way he would any other evidentiary conundrum set before him. He's picked up stone-cold trails before. The lack of evidence on this one doesn't mean it's a hopeless case by any means.]

So we start watching who's coming in. Where they're from, how many, when they roll in. Everybody lands in the same damn town — maybe that's where we start looking.

[He pauses, leveling a quiet gaze at Coop.]

Some of us, anyway.