He'd been working through the symptoms for an hour, steady and methodically making progress, eliminating one possibility after another. The answer wasn't in view yet, but it was close. He kept asking the next question.
She'd been going through the witness statements, steady and methodically, looking for the inconsistency. The four of them all described the same drive in slightly different orders. One had gotten the sequence wrong. She didn't know yet which one, but she was going to.
He'd been piecing together his brother's behavior over months — the missed calls, the abrupt move, the strange money — steady and methodically. The picture wasn't complete, but the shape of it was forming. He kept following the thread.