[h2]Central City Police Department[/h2]
John didn't have to wait for long, it seemed. At first it seemed like there was no way the young man who walked in could have been Barry. He looked like he could still be in college, not a full-fledged Forensic Scientist. But his identity was confirmed when one of his superiors addressed him by name, and even asked about the investigation of the very fire John was currently working on. Interesting that the police were still investigating, whereas Cynthia had told him they already declared the fire an accident. Either there was a miscommunication somewhere or someone was hiding something.

As the young forensic scientist climbed the stairs that John presumed led to his lab, he reluctantly stood and followed, though only from a safe distance. He didn't wish disturb the young man's work, and intended to make sure he wasn't too busy before speaking with him. John looked through the window of a door that led to the lab, and saw Allen staring at one could only be described as a conspiracy theory board. Newspaper clippings and photos with lines drawn about the white board to connect them in various ways. It certainly didn't look official. John shrugged, however, deciding that whatever Mr. Allen did in his spare time was his own business and knocked gently on the door before entering.

"I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you... Mr. Allen isn't it?" said the Martian, recalling that handshakes were the customary greeting so he held out his hand, "John Jones, Anonymous Investigations. I'm here on behalf of Cynthia Reynolds, she owns the bar that was tragically burned down if you'll recall. She's asked me to collect whatever information I can on the official reports so she can make an insurance claim." John wasn't being completely honest, Cynthia's insurance had nothing to do with why she hired him, but Barry certainly wouldn't know that.