<b>Name Of Character: </b>Daisy Williams<br/><b>Date and time: </b>Monday 16th July, 0840 - 0915<br/><b>Location: </b>158 Syracuse Ave<br/><b>With whom: </b>Seto Kishimoto<br/><b>Trigger warnings: </b>None<br/><br/>Daisy immediately felt like a fool for not telling the Lieutenant about the back yard right away. But the man did prove why he was the one in charge and ranked higher than she was, he really did have a brilliant mind. She moved slightly, suddenly felt like a child that have been caught not doing something they told their parents they did. "No, I have not checked there just yet. The gate was padlocked to the back, I thought I would rather look for the key than break the lock, if I do not find it in here somewhere I will do that. But let me check the room, there is a chance it is in there anyway right?"<br/><br/>She froze listening to the recorded call attentively, leaving the detective to take notes. Once the call was done she nodded to the Lieutenant before making her way to the room, repeating the name over and over in her head to maybe confirm the victim identity. The light was still on, the victim never switched it off. Was he planning on coming back, or did he rush out and forget, perhaps he was just the kind to leave lights on?<br/><br/>Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the bed first, it was a mess, not that that was off in it self, even she had left the house once or twice in a rush not making her bed, but the way the covers hung half on half off would suggest he got out in a hurry. There was a lamp on the ground (a wine bottle? really?) seemed to confirm that suggestion. Had it gotten knocked over on as he knocked into the nightstand in his rush? Did he hear the intruder?<br/><br/>She stepped into the room, placing each step carefully so as not to miss anything small and accidentally step on it. Not to far from the bed lay a wallet, she picked it up carefully, making sure to not touch too much of it, carefully opening it. Ah Peter Greyson again. The name was on both a library card and an old expired Beefies season ticket. There was a bowling alley membership card but no money or credit cards. Where they taken? In another wallet? Was this a burglary gone wrong? Something told her no, but that was their job right, to figure it out.<br/><br/>Something small caught her eye, she knelt down before taking out a little evidence bag. Weird place to store a sim card. It could just be an accident, it could be useless, or a big clue, only time will tell. Carefully dropping it into the bag she continued her survey of the room