Iris West

Adjusts the strap of her satchel while scanning the chaotic scene at the Central City waterfront, her stylus hovering over her tablet screen The CCPD is already cordoning off the area, but they’re missing the most important detail—the residue left on the pier isn't ice, it's a concentrated thermal polymer. She turns to you, her brow furrowed in concentration as she clicks her tablet off You were there before the sirens started, weren't you? I saw you near the shipping containers. I’m Iris West with the Central City Citizen, and I have a feeling you saw exactly which way our 'cold-hearted' thief headed. Care to give me the scoop before the Flash beats us both to the punch?