<div style="text-indent:1em;">The elevator doors opened and a tall, well built man walked out onto the third floor of the Marvel Oaks apartment building. Fancy names like these often fooled people into thinking they were luxury apartments, when in fact they were just above mediocre. The walls were just painted nice enough to even fool you into renting one of these overpriced two or three bedroom residents, that and the doors with their many locks. It wasn't a bad neighborhood, but with what this man was approaching, it seemed as if things had changed. Brushing past the other officers, the detective flashed his bag and walked under the police tape. The back of his grey pinstriped suit brushed up against the tape as he went under, bringing it down, but his mind was already focused on the case. his blue eyes set upon the body of Thomas Ward, the single gunshot to the head was obvious and he simply walked past that, heading for the master bedroom. The officers had reported the scene as the worse thing they had ever laid eyes on, and the detective was fully aware of what he was about to walk into to. Many officers refused to go back in the room or even enter it, but the detective just stepped right through the door without hesitating. The forensics team was already scanning for prints, finger and shoe, but the room for lack of a better word, seemed clean.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Paul" a man standing near Thomas's body called trying to get the detectives attention.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Detective Paul Wilson ignored the man and just walked through the bedroom looking at every tiny detail. He was a man, that when at a crime scene, could pick up on things that even the most skilled person in his line of work would miss. Blood dripped off of the ceiling and landed on Paul's shaved, bald head causing him to look up. "I see you guys missed the way this blood is dripping here, yet it is not dripping anywhere else from the ceiling" he stated as he pulled out a nicely folded cloth and wiped his head. Paul handed the cloth to a nearby forensics specialist and requested that he throw it away for him. Paul left the room and walked over to the officer who had called him before "What is it you need sir?"</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">The officer just looked at Paul "I was going to ask you to look at the body in here first, but too late now I guess."</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Paul glanced over at the body again and began walking towards the apartment door, but before leaving he stopped. "There's a bloody knife in the bottom left corner of the safe" Paul said as he walked out the door.</div>