Behavioral Science is up ahead, dim lights behind the glassed-in foyer area. Bell leads them past the demarcation line and now they’re in the offices proper. Emma looks around, curious, at the grey carpet, white-painted cinder block, air-conditioning pipes. The cubicles are empty, but voices still cry out – victims with open mouths in tacked-up scene-of-crime photos, Wanted posters with staring eyes. The criminal and the dead all clamour for attention here.