Toast held the lieutenant's gaze with a miffed expression. She could glare at him all she wants, he's not the one who let people go missing for weeks at a time only for them to wind up dead. The lack of any missing persons reports further exasperated him, and the (in his opinion) shoddy excuse does little to alleviate his concerns. His mood only continues to sour as more and more information is revealed.
The pictures themselves, gruesome as they are, don't really bother him too much. Growing up wondering the desert, he's seen some shit, up to and including stumbling upon the aftermath of a poor soul falling into a baby Deathstalker nest. He's become somewhat desensitized to death, and has even made light of others' misfortune in the past ("Looks like he had a good...'trip'."). This time, though, it's different. Not only Celestine, but all three victims were former circus performers like him. Not only that, but Toast has the distinct impression that they were targeted because they were circus performers. And that made this personal.
Unfortunately, despite Toast's newfound motivation, it seems literally everything was working against the group in this case: any leads the current investigation had are currently dead due to the time since the deaths took place, the political system has ulterior motives to hamper the investigation, and they only have a limited amount of time to turn up any meaningful evidence. On top of that, Toast has no experience in investigating murders--or investigating period, for that matter. But there is one thing he can do in this situation, and that's act.
"'Official story', huh?" he begins, a small smile wiping his previous expression away and replacing it with the mask of a seasoned performer. Looking about the rest of the table, he continues, "I think everyone here knows what's really going on in these photos, otherwise you wouldn't be choosing your words so carefully. Problem is, you don't have the proof, right? What if I told you we can prove these aren't accidents just with the evidence here on the table? Even better, it can be done in less than 5 minutes."
Toast pauses here to let his challenge sink in. In all actuality, he's bluffing. He doesn't have any new proof to offer. But, well, that's not actually what he's trying to do. "First, let's put aside the overwhelming amount of circumstantial evidence here. We can discuss their faunus heritage, connection to the Hippodrome, the similar manner of death, and their extended absences from the city in a bit; for right now, let's just look at the hard evidence." Toast chose his words carefully here, utilizing the age-old tactic of misdirection. By highlighting the connections of the victims, he's hoping to draw the officers into a particular mindset. Back when his mother was teaching him magic tricks, she told him that people will always look for a patterns and connections, even in things that are completely unrelated. It's why people have "lucky shirts" and develop superstitions. People see something and assume it just can't be a coincidence. And there's no way these officers can possibly think these deaths are a coincidence. All Toast has to do is make one more association, and they'll start drawing conclusions of their own.
"Now, before we begin, can anyone tell me the properties of flour?"