Deviacy (Connor RK800 x OC)

A trigger

"Connor," her voice echoed softly behind him, and he turned his head, "you've mentioned once that you can still detect thirium while it's already invisible to the naked eye," she continued, "is that correct?"

The android had mentioned it a few times, hasn't he? Including the night at the previous crime scene, Emily was pretty sure, though it wasn't the first time he'd mentioned it out loud.

His brow furrowed for a moment, "Yes, that's right."

"Then I suggest you explore this building to your heart's content," she smiled, and with a bit of reluctant, she let her hand rest on his shoulder as she spoke, "There's a high probability that it's already hidden itself somewhere," she glanced briefly at a nearby street through the glass wall of one of the lobby's doors. It shouldn't be a far-fetched idea, after all, the android had managed to hide in plain sight.

"Though I don't think it went too far," she continued, "the amount of blood– I mean thirium, suggests that it's still nearby, hoping to conceal itself." She turned to look at the android, who didn't bother to question her judgement. 

He gave her a nod. "I'll take it under advisement," he said flatly.

"Good." She patted his arm and turned away, glancing at the screen. "We'll need to get back to it in the morning."

"I'll call up the security footage from yesterday," Hank said, "they might have caught something on tape. That, or someone might have noticed something."

"Good idea."

The lack of fingerprints at the scene also contributed to the mystery of the murder. Androids did not have any fingerprints, not that she was aware of anyway. The only prints that existed were the ones of the victim, and that did not help as much.

No signs of forced entry, nor any signs that the victim's door had been tampered with, her eyes glanced over as she considered the crime scene. All in all, the victim seemed to have been killed by someone she knew fairly well, or at least someone she knew had enough familiarity with her to know her door code.

And that would've been the Android she purchased, which had gone rogue.

The lack of prints also had a tendency to rule in the Android as a suspect, though that was far from reliable. He was just as likely to kill as he was to not. Her gaze flicked back towards Connor, who seemed to be analyzing the room, before she looked away once more.

She would be lying if she hadn't doubted about the programming of the Android for a moment, but she had been so certain that it wouldn't have the capability to murder, much less even defy its owner. She had been so confident that they were simple machines, built to serve, not rule.

And yet here she was, suspecting a machine built to not only rule, but to be more intelligent than its human masters. A machine that thought for itself.

And it had murdered someone.

She tapped her finger impatiently, debating on whether or not to speak up or wait until they were back in the precinct for analysis. 

"Have you considered that the victim had a frequent tendency for violent outbursts," she said, latching on to the first idea that came to mind, "which triggered the killer's actions?" Pattern recognition, she had heard, was a huge part of the Android's programming. Even she, with her lack of experience with them, could tell when they were following a specific pattern, and she had a feeling that the Android was just as aware as she was. 

That being the case, it made even more sense that it chose to murder the woman in cold blood, if it triggered such a violent response.

"Just like the other one?" Hank asked, an eyebrow raised as if to ask whether or not he should take that as a rhetorical question or whether he should actually answer it.