Again and again, Amelia's crude, barbarian approach to problem-solving continued to prove an effective alternative to just simply working things out conventionally.
I mean, why use brain and do the smarts when oonga-boonga also do good, right?
Not even exaggerating either. Every paper trail we followed, in one way shape or form, would eventually wind up with her impatience getting the best of her before snarling and smashing until things went her way.
One clue had us looking for a person of interest in possession of the second artifact who had deliberately hidden themselves within the crowd, and to top it all off, a bunch of body doubles were placed here, there, and everywhere specifically to throw us off his trail.