Donnie echoes that sigh, running a hand over his face. "Well...that was our only direct lead. Not sure where it would have got us though. It's not like we have fingerprint records to match people with..."

He could go for some coffee right now.

"....what if...we head them off at the next attempt." Maybe he's morbid for suggesting there'd be a next time but if there's someone, perhaps even more, then if they manage to get away with things once, they'll probably try again. Way to shake up a boring, quiet place like Temba, right?