Name: Zoe Davie<br/>Location: Crime Scene<br/>Date: July 16<br/>Who: People on scene<br/><br/>Zoe was driving too fast to get to the fresh crime scene. She just got the notification on her cell about 15 minutes ago and she didn't want to arrive too late on her first crime scene. Normally, she would have a big cup of coffee in her hand but the butterflies in her stomach wouldn't allow that today. She smooth out her dark pant suit at a stop light, mumbling under her breath for it to change to a green light faster. Whipping her car down the Syracuse Avenue, she had arrived. Zoe hopped out of the car with the eagerness of a child and forced herself to slow down and calm herself.<br/><br/>She eyed the medical examiner car, seeing it empty. Out of habit, she scanned the outside area. Cops, it seemed, where spilling out of every corner. Some were goofing off, some were actually trying to help. Zoe smiled at some she recognized and bounded up the steps to enter the house. She heard someone yelling about a sheet covering the body, her eyes instantly dropping to the sight. Even she knew not to touch or cover the body.<br/><br/>Zoe cleared her throat nervously but loud enough to be heard. "Good morning. I'm Detective Davie."