This was probably a wise move. Upstairs, the building began to resemble some kind of office, though it was barely better-maintained than the other floors of the building. This floor had been split into two uneven halves by a wall with a standard door in the middle, which repeated the name of the agency on its window. However, this could not presently be seen, as it was already open. Beyond it, while the floor itself was clear enough, on either side of the room sat a desk- one each for the two detectives, it seemed- both cluttered to the edges with what one could only refer to as stuff.
"What a mess..." Megan said, shaking her head disapprovingly. "Are you two sure you're with the police?"
"We're not," Harman grinned. "We're technically freelance."