<b>Name Of Character: Marty Gibson<br/>
Date and time: </b>Monday 16th July, 8:40 am<br/><b>Location: </b>158 Syracuse Ave --> Neighborhood<br/><b>With whom: Detective Bradford, Purple, Green, and Gold</b>Circled House<br/><b>Trigger warnings: None<br/>
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Detective Bradford was sharp and she picked up on the procedural issue before it became a real issue. Back in the old days, there hadn't been enough officers and detectives to be worrying about details like that. Everyone just did the job. But courts and attorneys were a lot more finicky these days and even something so seemingly harmless could blow a case. He missed the old days sometimes, but he had to also think that the work had been a lot harder back then. No fancy computers, specially trained units; heck you couldn't even use a phone without being connected to a base. For that, he'd take the occasional 'reminder' about procedure. No hard feelings. He gave a nod to the detective and the officer before making his way south. </b><br/><br/>He made his way south, figuring he'd work his way back toward the scene. As he walked along, he jotted down a few questions in his notepad and copied them a couple of times onto subsequent pages. He asked roughly the same questions to each homeowner and only expand if he picked up any good tidbits.<br/><br/>The first<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 102, 255)">house</span>he stopped at was almost a no go as he knocked several times on the door. When he was about to write it off, he heard heavy steps and then a loud fumbling of the deadbolt. The door opened swiftly on an unamused, barely awake woman whose mouth was half open ready to scold him. It took more charisma than he usually could manage but after a few moments she engaged and brows worked, furrowing and unfurrowing, as she provided some very interesting information. Any questions she had, he deferred with pleasant ambiguity, left her with his card, and thanked her for her time.<br/><br/>Notes:<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'">driving home up the road (Up and down being the same as on the picture), remembers seeing a figure wearing black and grey urban camo gear, thinking it was odd for someone to be out walking this late and really dumb to be almost invisible. about 1:45am,  only caught a brief glimpse as she almost didn't see them. She was heading up and the figure was walking the other way, and it was near the 7-11 on the corner.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">He was just finishing his notes when he turned up the driveway to the next <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">house</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">. A man and his two kids answered and Marty was forced to be as vague as he could until the father sent the kids off to get breakfast started. Marty was quick with his questions as was the father with his answers and like the first interview, he left his card and moved along leaving the man with assurances but no information about the incident.<br/>
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Notes: </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">A man with a couple of kids,  woken up at about 4:30 by Peter starting his truck, he was revving it a lot more than usual, he seemed to be in an awful hurry, the way he went screaming off down the road, doesn't normally leave until about seven thirty, works up at Maxon's Meats as a skinner.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Last but not least was the </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">house</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"> directly across from the scene. Marty stopped short before ringing the bell as he heard a dog start wildly barking. He heard steps, and then the door opened. Obviously part way through breakfast, she was still congenial and answered his questions, also providing interesting information. Thank you said, card left, Marty turned to head back to the crime scene. He still had electronics to look over and he was already feeling behind schedule.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Note: </span><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'">woman, the dog woke them up one-ish, one thirty, barking like mad. Andy had to be quite stern with her</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Over at the crime scene house, everything had been opened up to the detective and Marty headed in. He stood in the doorway for a moment, hands on hips just taking a first look around. Seto had told him to gather up electronics, but it appeared as though Princeton had already started.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Couldn't wait for the old man, could he," he said in Waverly's direction as he took a step into the living room to get a better look.</span></span>