[ WP ] You 're a consultant for the FBI and they think you 're a brilliant scientist with perfect recall and powerful observation skills , but the truth is you 're a psychic and have to find ways to prove the things you already know because no one believes in psychics .

`` You ever see *Psych*?'' 
 
 Two men in blue jackets leaned against a brick wall. They were just outside of the barrier that the police tape ringing the blood puddle created. A crowd of people had gathered and detectives went from person to person collecting statements. 
 
 One of the men shook his head, and the questioner continued his line. `` What about *Monk*? Or *the Mentalist*? 
 
 The other shook his head again and the questioner gestured towards me. `` It's just like that.'' 
 
 I rolled my eyes and stared down at the puddle of blood that was coagulating in the brisk night air. As soon as I saw the shimmering moon turned crimson upon the scarlet pool, the name shot into my mind like a racehorse at the crack of a pistol. `` She's been drugged with GHB.'' I said. 
 
 The two techs leaning against the wall glanced at each other and raced forward with a drug testing kit. One of them collected a swab of the blood in a vial and poured a blue compound on it. The mixed amalgamation turned green. 
 
 The techs both stared at me in awe, with the newcomer nodded. `` He's right, Detective. Preliminary tests confirm its GHB.'' 
 
 `` How did he know?'' Muttered the newcomer with wide eyes. 
 
 `` The moon reflecting off of the puddle was distorted. That wavelength is only in cases I've seen with GHB.'' I said. Damn, I did n't even try anymore. These guys believed any excuse that you could pull out of your ass. 
 
 `` Of course!'' The more experienced lab tech said, staring at the moon's reflection. 
 
 I rolled my eyes once more and poked the body once. I felt the foreign presence in the young woman's body, a slab of cold metal buried in her neck. It was tiny enough to skip the initial examination. Its existence *bothered* me, dug at the place in my neck where I knew it would be in hers. 
 
 `` She's got a piece of needle in her neck.'' I said. `` It broke off during a struggle. Right by her voice box.'' 
 
 A detective knelt down and prodded her neck with gloved fingers. He stood solemnly and nodded. `` Who do you think did it?'' 
 
 I already knew the name and the location of the person who had done it. Of course, I'd have to lead them to it gradually. 
 
 `` I do n't know.'' I said, standing straight. `` Let me know when you get the fingerprints back. I'll be in that diner.''
