'I'm getting a terrible sense of déjà vu about this,' sighed Greg as they spread the contents of the Marshalls' trashcan over the table of the layout room.

'Come on… it's not that bad,' laughed Sara. 'We're not processing another Liquid Man or anything.'

'Still, you got lucky then anyway, huh?' quipped Greg, before realizing the error of his words. Seeing Sara's smile disappear at the memory of her relationship with Hank, he quickly added 'Man, Sara, I'm sorry. Sometimes I just don't think…'

'Nah, it's okay,' she replied dismissively. 'Let's get on, yeah?'

The pair set to, arranging the refuse over the white surface of the table. 'I've got a deli receipt,' said Greg, holding up a slip of paper. 'Jeez! How is it possible to spend 200 bucks on groceries in one go?'

'You saw their fridge – free-range, organic, imported cheeses… high end consumables.'

'Man, I couldn't live like this. What's life without a daily dose of colors, flavors and additives?'

'I do well enough,' said Sara defensively.

'You want me to get Hodges to analyze the Gatorade you drank earlier?' teased Greg. 'I'm pretty sure that blue's not natural.'

'That was… a one-off.'

'Yeah yeah, Sidle, and the rest.'

'Anyway,' said Sara, changing the subject, 'everything I'm finding seems to back it up – the Marshalls weren't badly off, and they liked to take care of themselves. Oooh… takeout.'

'My kind of takeout?'

'If your kind of takeout is a 75 dollar Thai meal from one of the swankiest places in town, then yes.'

'That would be a no.'

'Well apparently it was theirs. You finding any boxes?'

Greg rifled through the assorted refuse before them. 'Hmm… I've got a box: rice, what looks like…' he sniffed the carton, 'green curry of some kind. Mild stuff. You?'

'Styrofoam carton, plastic lid; red, oily deposit… get it to Hodges, do you think?'

'That'll be soup,' said Greg with conviction. 'You know when you get Chinese takeout, you get sharksfin soup or chicken and corn, or whatever…'

'I'm a vegetarian, Greg.'

'Oh yeah. Then you won't know. Anyway, it comes in cartons like those. Get it to trace anyway, to be sure.'

'Wait a second…' Sara rooted through the pile, and lifted something out. 'This box: same curry that you found? It's nearly full.'

'Odd, especially considering how much this stuff cost.'

Sara nodded in agreement. She surveyed the spread before them. Suddenly she spoke. 'Chips.'

'Huh?' said Greg, looking up from his work. 'You want some?'

'No, look.' In her gloved hand was an empty package. 'Someone else obviously did. Doritos – cheese flavor. Can you imagine either the vic or his wife eating these, given everything else we know about them?'

'We didn't find anything like that in their pantry or anything, either. Another person on our scene, do you think?'

'Maybe.' She examined the bag more closely. 'Chips are greasy; I'm going to get this to Jacqui, see if she can't find us a print.'