"I have a bad back," Phoenix complained, trying to get over the chain link fence anyway.
"Stop complaining, Nick," Maya said, as he nearly collapsed on the other side. "There's clues to be found."
"I should have made you do this with Trucy instead."
Maya ignored him, skipping around as if she was still 17. "The client is counting on you!"
Phoenix groaned and kept looking for the foot prints. "I'm not young enough to do this any more. It's not going to feel good in the morning."
It already wasn't feeling good. But, ah, a clue! That was definitely a footprint and a mysterious feather. Maybe if the client actually paid this time he could afford a better class of painkillers.