<div class="floatleft">(http://img0.etsystatic.com/000/0/6064421/il_fullxfull.265020488.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Game Master<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Astartes Arbites<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>Three<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br/><br/>“The wife’s sister came to pick up the children for their lessons she said when we interviewed her.  Poor woman had to put into a ward for a time after seeing all this.”  A wave of her hand made an expansive gesture toward the gore and gruesome scene before them.  “Still there I imagine, we had to get a professional to come in just to get her statement.  Said the door was locked and she had to use her key to get into the apartment.”  The woman moved her hand to the door to indicate the keypad that would maglock the reinforced door to the frame to prevent intrusion.  “We check the doors for signs of tampering but haven’t found any.  Damned ghost this bastard.”<br/><br/>Drake would be close to agreeing during his assessment.  As one trained in the arts of the silent kill he could see from a different perspective, that of the hunter.  Yet this killer did not seem to disturb what might have to be disturbed for this particular prey.  Neither elevator seemed a plausible entry without disguise or working the target to gain confidence.   A servant could of course be a possible entry, a possible look over the log of visitors could be revealing.  The door had not been tampered with seemingly and there was certainly no damage.  Disturbingly the floor also lacked bloody footprints despite the gruesome nature of the crime.  No clear tracks could be found from the children’s rooms to the living room.<br/><br/>Of note though, Drake did see a deep impression on the hallway rug.  The impression was irregular, perhaps the marking of a boot.  Yet the depth was deep as if he were heavy or perhaps carrying something heavy during the rounds.  A chip along the hardened floor asserted that the boots were not crafted of simple leather or animal hide.  The footwear was something of dense material, something possible military might wear.  Also found along some of the floor were slight burn markings, smaller than a cigarette might leave behind.  Touching the floor showed the markings to be easily removed and leaving markings behind, indicating that something had burned the floor hot enough to turn stone dust to ash.  Such markings could be found near the main entrance and around the perimeter of the bloody pool.  The second interest of note was a small bit of carpeting in the youngest child’s room.  A small tear that was hastily sewn up but promised more intrigue as the section beneath the carpet gave just enough to indicate a difference.<br/><br/>Haxtes would be facing more difficulty with the bluntness of his question.  Immediately he could see the muscles on her body tighten and the puckered lip curl even further.  A flash of white teeth sent a primal message to him of warning.  “I don’t approve of your implication scribe.  The Investigator General was a hardworking man on this force, a man that won our loyalty in blood and service.  He probably stumbled on this psychopath’s scheme or maybe was ready to catch him.”  One hand lashed out to grab the robes of the smaller man.<br/><br/>“He was following those bastards at the Beast House before he was killed.  Why don’t you go pester them about what kind of man the Investigator General was before you sully his name here.”<br/>