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Name Of Character: </b>Mackenzie Bradford<br/><b>Date and time: </b>Monday 16th July, 8:31 am<br/><b>Location: </b>158 Syracuse Ave --> Neighborhood<br/><b>With whom: </b>Lieutenant Kishimoto, Detective Williams, Duke, Dr. Fletcher, Detective Gibson, Officer Yalsa, Officer Gallatino, Sergeant Goldberg, Captain Roland, Brown Circled House<br/><b>Trigger warnings: Light Language(?)</b><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--1"/>Kenzi was happy to see Duke and Daisy roll up. Having another detective on the team that the young sergeant was used to was such a relief to the woman. Besides, she had to admit that she was a bit of a dog person. It took a good deal of discipline to not rush right over to her favorite four-legged officer as soon as he hopped out of Daisy's car. Still, she couldn't help but smile at the pair as they approached.<br/><br/>As Officer Yalsa started his explanation of what happened, however, Bradford's training kicked in and the woman pulled herself to attention, taking mental notes as the officer spoke. Then, as soon as the officer finished, Dr. Fletcher stepped forward to start giving orders. Even as the M.E. spoke, it seemed to Kenzi that all of the detectives waited for Kishimoto's orders instead. Princeton on camera, Gibson on interviews and then tech, Daisy on exterior canvas, and Bradford was to interview Gallatino, check in with Roland and Greyson, and then take over interviews... The lieutenant seemed to be using all of them to their greatest strengths. At least, that's what it seemed like from the limited knowledge Bradford had about Gibson and Princeton.<br/><br/>"Copy." Bradford replied easily enough before splitting away from the rest of the group. The detective's first stop, however, needed to be the car to drop off her backpack and helmet after double checking that she had everything she needed. Next, she pulled out her electronic notebook and jotted the important notes from Yalsa's report. While Gibson and Kishimoto may have preferred the old-fashioned notebooks, Bradford enjoyed the convenience of her tablet which was directly connected to her computer at the office. As the detective finished her notes and was about to approach Roland for a quick check-in and a couple of requests, she noticed one of the most unusual of protocol mistakes about to take place.<br/><br/>"Gibson!" Bradford called out, rushing up to the pair as they attempted to make their way away from the scene for interviews. Was Detective Gibson really about to compromise initial interviews by taking one of the first officers on scene with him? Kenzi had to believe it was just a mistake, a misunderstanding, right? Besides, the officer he was trying to take was still a P1, a rookie, according to his training officer.<br/><br/>"Detective Gibson, I hope you're not planning to take Officer Gallatino with you to do interviews." Bradford started as soon as she caught up. While Kenzi may have had an alternative style, one thing she was not willing to sacrifice was the case itself. That meant there were some rules that it was important to follow and with her specializations, interviews were oddly enough, one of her greatest strengths. These were some of the rules she knew the best, both how to follow and what she could get away with. Avoiding taking anyone who had been exposed to the crime scene to initial interviews certainly had its good reasons.<br/><br/>"He was exposed to the scene of the crime." She continued, switching her gaze to Gallatino. "Officer, I mean no offense by this but your judgment could be too easily skewed by something you saw inside. Besides, you haven't been released for duty. This may be your first big crime scene, but you were one of the first officers on scene so you cannot be released for duty until you have been individually interviewed. Please go wait by your shop until I can take your statement."<br/><br/>Dismissing the rookie and turning back to Detective Gibson, Kenzi's look softened slighty. She had no idea what his past experiences were either. Maybe he hadn't really done interviews before. "Hey, Marty, sorry about taking your uniformed partner away. But hey, I was going to ask Captain Roland if we could borrow Sergeant Goldberg to assist with interviews when she finishes with the woman who called this in to dispatch. I'll just ask him to send her your way instead."<br/><br/>Bradford was turning to walk away when she thought about the fact that Kishimoto had also requested Gibson to start tracking down leads on the electronics once they were released. That meant he would have a limited time to interview the neighbors before he had to step away. "Oh! By the way, do you mind interviewing the three houses to the south? That should give you just enough time before the electronics will be released."<br/><br/>Finally walking away from Detective Gibson, Bradford returned to her original track. She quickly checked in with Captain Roland to request the footage from Officers Yalsa and Gallatino's body cams and shop cam. She also requested Roland's approval to have Sergeant Goldberg assist with further interviews when she was done interviewing the woman across the street.<br/><br/>When she reached Gallatino, Kenzi pulled her tablet out again to use the electronic notebook. "Officer Gallatino...Thank you for your cooperation in all this confusion. You understand that this is the first murder case around here so there are bound to be some hiccups. Anyways, can you tell me everything that happened since you got out of your shop this morning?"<br/><br/>As the short interview went on, Kenzi pressed a little, asking more questions to be sure that she got all the information out of the rookie that they could. She asked him repeatedly whether there was any possibility that he might have compromised the crime scene or the body. Gallatino, however, could provide her with no more relevant information than they received from Yalsa earlier.<br/><br/>"Thank you for your time officer." Bradford finally ended the interview. "If you can think of anything else, please let myself or Lieutenant Kishimoto know. If you would like to return to duty now, you should notify Captain Roland and Officer Yalsa."<br/><br/>That was about when Kenzi heard Detective Princeton over the officer's radio state that the crime scene was being released. It made Kenzi wonder why the transfer detective hadn't just texted them. If the sergeant hadn't been standing right next to an officer, she never would have know that the scene was released. After all, she hadn't carried a radio on her person since she was first given the promotion to detective. Sure, she had one attached to her bike and car but that was about it.<br/><br/>Either way, it didn't matter so much to the detective assigned to interviews. It would have broken protocol too severely if she entered the crime scene herself. So after thanking the officer, Detective Bradford started her neighborhood interviews to the north of the house. Most of the houses didn't answer when she knocked on the doors. That is until she reached the first house on the northern outskirts of the audible range of crime.<br/><br/>Approaching the door, she could hear some whispering and movement within. There were clearly people here. Now it was just a matter of finding out if they knew anything.<i>Knock! Knock! Knock!</i>Kenzi knocked rapidly three times to let whoever was inside know someone was at the door. Despite her years as a detective, Kenzi never had lost her signature 'police knock' and watchful scanning of the area around her, especially the windows and doors as she approached houses.<br/><br/>"Hi. I'm Detective Mackenzie Bradford of the Ubiquitous Police," the detective started as soon as the young man opened the door, pulling out her badge to show her credentials quickly as she spoke. Assuming the young man to be a teenager, Kenzi put on her usual teenager-dealing personality, a mix of friendly and understanding yet also tough and unyielding. "We're in the area investigating a crime that occurred late last night. I was wondering if you or anyone else who may be in the house might have seen or heard anything unusual at any point?"<br/><br/>When the kid responded with an obvious lie and referred to his parents not being home, Kenzi's growing disdain for teenagers lit a smile in the back of her mind. Teenagers often were not the best at liars yet they still seemed to think they could get away with it.<br/><br/>"Don't worry. I'm not interested in whatever activities you have going on in there. I get it. I was your age at one point too. " The detective offered a warm smile. "I just need to know if you or anyone else who were here last night have any information that may assist in our investigation. I'm not going to tell your parents. You're not going to get in trouble...at least not if you work on hiding those secrets a bit better."<br/><br/>As the detective pulled out a few business cards to hand to the boy, her smile disappeared a bit. More firmly, she followed up, "I am obligated to warn you all, however, that if any of you do know anything that might be important in our investigation and you don't tell us, you might be charged with obstruction of justice." She paused before offering the cards to the boy. "Here. These are my business cards. If you or anyone who might have been here last night think of anything that you heard or saw or anything that might assist us, let me know by the end of the day."<br/><br/>With that, the detective turned to walk away, moving slowly in case her words sparked any important memories from those inside.