<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Thomas Wong Lee - The Psychic</span></div><br/><br/>Los Angeles, California<br/>The Abandoned Warehouse<br/>6:43 p.m.<br/><br/>You could say that a private investigator's work was indeed private when it involved a case of murder in your own family. Alexandra surely had wanted to know a little more about this case obviously. That's why it made sense to Tommy to call him in. Sure, his thoughts may have been slightly conceded in this respect, but he was glad to be able to help.<br/><br/>Though she had been there for quite some time, he had only been able to arrive as early as 6:43 p.m. There was a breakdown in the electric streetcar system that caused him some trouble getting down there. While the operators of the service themselves had apologized that it was do to unforeseen circumstances, Tommy had to laugh slightly under his own breath while riding on the car.<br/><br/>Naturally he had foreseen that it would hold him up. Seeing as no one else had gotten here really on time, though, he didn't think that was going to be much of a problem anyway. One thing didn't make put him in good humor, though, and that was the genuine fact that he had lost a parent. Nothing about that had at all seemed funny to Tommy, no matter what he might have said otherwise.<br/><br/>Walking in with his long coat drawn around him without his arms in the sleeves, which would have looked odd considering the relatively higher temperature today, but it was true that Tommy was sort of a slave to fashion. That was yet another thing that had long displeased his parents.<br/><br/>Eventually he made it fully inside and expected that he was going to have to offer Alexandra some condolences, but anything that he thought of saying just came out wrong. Therefore, he had decided to say precisely what it was that he knew she would need to hear, even if it wasn't what she had actually wanted to hear right now.<br/><br/>Exhaling quite deeply, he removed his hat considering his was indoors and held it between a pair of gloved hands. What he was going to say was something that he figured she had already known. Still, his words might have at least been a conformation of what she had been thinking about that entire time.<br/><br/>"Your father didn't die naturally, and we're going to figure out who killed him. Yeah, I know walking like this is a breech of whatever rules we're supposed to abide by or whatever, but I don't care because I wanna get justice for your old man." Tommy then offered her an authoritative nod. "Yeah, I feel it...your father was killed toots, and whoever did it is out there poundin' the streets."