"We're useless. Is that what you're trying to tell me?" Angel folded his arms over his chest. "All these resources - "
"We're doing everything we can," Wesley told him.
"Two years of history on a dead guy and we can't get one lead on a living, breathing girl." Angel shook his head.
"Fingerprints," Fred shrugged. "Have his, don't have hers."
"There must be something at the attack scene," Angel suggested.
"So far, not even an earring," Wesley replied.
"Bloody shame, letting the girl run off like that. Some-body's slip-ping," Spike said in a sing-song voice.
Angel ignored the other vampire, and handed a sketch of the girl to the lab worker.
"I want people on the street with this in 15 minutes. You find anybody who's seen her, you let me know." He turned to Fred. "Tyre prints?"
"I'm working on it. It takes time, Angel," Fred replied defensively.
"Psychics are working on traces of the girl's blood. They picked up images, imprints," Wesley put in.
"Must be her bedroom," Angel thought out loud. "Can they make it clearer? Maybe they could - "
"It's not like a photograph," Wesley explained.
Royce peered at the dead werewolf on the table. "Pretty rare breed you've got here."
"Dr Royce is the cryptozoologist on my staff," Wesley said to the others. "I brought him in to tell us what we'll be dealing with when we find the girl."
"Lycanthropus Exterus. Undocumented in North America... until now, obviously." Royce shrugged slightly.
"How is that different from a standard werewolf?" Fred asked.
"Oh, biped, for one thing," Royce went on. "Walks upright. Canines are a bit longer than normal. Arm span is - "
"I don't care about that," Angel interrupted. "All I care about is the girl."
"That's rough," Spike spoke up again. "'Cause here on out, she's in the kill-or-be-killed club."
"Here on out, she's under my protection," Angel said.
"If you find her before she turns. Catch her after she goes all growly, won't be easy, taking her out. I had a wee spat with a werewolf myself once. Fought for over an hour. Brutal, vicious. Almost lost my..." Spike wriggled his fingers.
Fred rolled her eyes. "Angel killed him with a pen."
"Oh."