Yes they are, but given that Kaede knows the real investigation is elsewhere he doesn't expect anything to come of this.

"So it was one of these 'objects' that caused that?"

"I wasn't there, but I think so. Describe how it happened?"

"We were alone in a room, Kaede and I, and the boy walked in, bleeding from a gunshot wound. When we reopened the door, the sheriff was there and had no idea how the boy ended up there."

"Not many objects are rumored to have those kinds of effects. Any idea where a key might have gotten to?" 

She raises her eyebrows. "A key? Is that the object?"

"The key is one of very few objects capable of such a dramatic effect." 

"So there are more than one that can do that? What does the key do, if I may ask?"

"The Key can unlock any door in the world, no matter which door you try to open with it. It's not the most effortless kind of teleportation imaginable, but it's very convenient. More important, it grants access to the room."

"Teleportation? And what room?"

"The Room. The Objects all originated there. I've never seen it, myself, but that's the going theory, and evidence suggests there have been groups with access to its location in the past. The Key can turn any door into the door to this room, and its wielder can then walk through any door." 

"—that's incredible. And that boy had it?"

"It's possible he had something else. The Comb is said to allow sight-range teleportation, for example. But the Key seems likely."

"Where do you think the security cameras are?"

"Probably everywhere, they caught me after all."

"He did walk through a door without having come from the other side."

"Are you that impressive? Do you have a reputation? Is this a heist movie? Tell me it's a heist movie, I love those."

"But you have no idea where it could have gone? It's rather coveted."

"No. We didn't search him, exactly, we just called the sheriff as soon as he showed up."

"Nah, that was just my ego. Also I didn't see a camera and yet they saw me."

"Yeah. Rich people. There's probably lasers. I wonder if she has a giant vault under her house full of paintings. I would."

"—what for?"

"Well, when the thieves break in and get caught, obviously you need intrigue. One of the paintings is stolen from the Nazis, who stole it when they destroyed a museum...one of them I bought off this sweet elderly woman who knew the artist's wife, after he passed...one of them is a fake, which I had forged so I could tell people I had the whole sequence." 

He muffles a giggle. "That sounds preposterously useless."

"I see. Well, thank you for being forthright. As apologies go, it's quite impressive."