"It's nothing. You were actually unexpectedly helpful." Solomon didn't look up as the man approached, though he certainly observed out of the corner of his eye. Hooded, cloaked--the voice sounded vaguely familiar, as if Solomon had heard something similar in an acquaintance.

The scene was one-sided, but it displayed an argument--a typical gang argument. All of the victims were armed, so it certainly wasn't murder. Manslaughter, certainly, but still quite typical.

"I'm investigating a crime-scene," Solomon answered, and then glanced over with a sardonic smile. "To a given definition of 'crime-scene'. This is gang territory; there are locations such as this all over the city."