<b>Name Of Character: </b>Waverly G. Princeton<br/><b>Date and time: </b>Monday, July 16th | 8:20AM - 8:30AM > 8:40AM<br/><b>Location: </b>158 Syracuse Ave<br/><b>With whom: </b>Detective Lieutenant Seto Kishimoto, Detective Daisy Williams<br/><b>Trigger Warnings: </b>Crime Scene Surveillance, Blood<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>While staring at the swivel chair laying on the floor, Waverly had zoned out upon grabbing it as she began wondering why the Lieutenant had asked her to look for electronics when there wasn't really any in the room she was in. And anything that they would need for evidence wasn't exactly there, whether it was taken by the suspect or it never really existed in the first place. The homicide victim wasn't exactly the most tech-savvy person...at least not that she was aware of. And he was dead, so not like she'd get much of a chance to find out. Before she could go inform the Lieutenant of her lack of findings, a loud ringing sound suddenly filled the room, snapping her out of her daydreaming and causing her to flinch, let go of the chair and jump to her feet. She then shook her head and taking a deep breath after being jolted by the sudden sound.<i>BRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGG....BRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGG.... BRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGG....</i>The ringing sound was traced back to the windowsill, to an old-looking landline phone. People still used those? Waverly raised an eyebrow upon seeing it, as the only time she would see phones like these would be in the home of an elderly person.<blockquote class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--expandable bbCodeBlock--quote js-expandWatch" data-attributes="" data-quote="Answering Machine" data-source="">
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<i>"Hi, you've reach Peter Greyson's voicemail. Sorry I can't answer right now, so leave a message after the beep or try my mobile number..." <i><b>BEEEEEEP</b></i></i>
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			"Greyson, where the <i>fuck</i> are you! Your shift started nearly three quarters of an hour ago. You better get your ass in gear and get here fucking pronto or you can kiss your job goodbye! And turn your mobile back on man, all I'm getting is an out of service message. Seriously, man, at least fucking call me if you got a problem!"
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</blockquote>Well, at least now they had the name of the victim. Whoever was calling must have been a Co-Worker, like a Supervisor if not a boss of sorts. Maybe even a straight up employer. But in a small town like this one, she could only wonder what the late Peter Grayson did for a living.<br/><br/>Sighing, she simply grabbed the back of the chair and picked it back up slowly. Like she had noted previously, there probably wasn't anything really underneath it. Re-examining her surroundings, she looked at the empty dust-free space where a DVD Player likely once was...Then the small table, where a laptop once rested, at least that's what the dust free outline entailed. And last but not least, a broken TV. Well, she wasn't going to be of any use just standing in the living room playing mind games. Before deciding on going back into the kitchen to investigate it further, Waverly went towards Seto to notify him of what she was about to do next.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Lieutenant? I'm sorry to disappoint, but there weren't exactly any electronics to submit to evidence. Since I doubt a broken TV would tell us anything. Anyway, did you want me to return the call to whoever called Mr. Grayson's Home Phone? Since you're a little busy at the moment, I can just call them to pick up the pace and then I'm gonna pay the Kitchen a second visit." </span>She said.