<span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-align: center;">Carol Winston - The Investigative Reporter</div></span><br/><br/>Carol had given Alexandra a sad smile when she left. The poor thing, Carol was sure she was missing her father. Mister Silverman had been a good man. A much better man then Carol's own father had been. If Carol found out her father was dead, she wouldn't be mourning him much.<br/><br/>She looked over at her colleagues and listened to them in silence for a few minutes. They had different skills and backgrounds. But they all worked well together, even if they didn't always agree with each other. Carol pretty much liked everyone in the agency, but some members didn't seem to like one another. Mister Silverman had brought together a good group of people. Who better then to find out what truly happened to him? She looked over at James and smiled.<br/><br/>"I think you can handle it, kid."<br/><br/>Carol didn't blame James for not wanting to be a coffee boy forever. The kid had to learn somehow.<br/><br/>"While you guys check out the....Mister Silverman-"<br/><br/>She almost slipped and called him "the body" too. That made her feel like shit. This case wasn't just some random victim. No, he had been a good man. A man who had given her a chance to do something good with her skills.<br/><br/>"I'll discreetly ask around on the streets."<br/><br/>Sometimes people saw things they didn't realize were important but was. Or they didn't want to tell the cops because they didn't trust them. Especially people who lived on the streets. They saw more then what law enforcement realized. Carol planned to ask a few questions, offer a little money up for a hot meal, and see if anyone noticed something odd the day that Mister Silverman passed away.