<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/ClarkMonroe.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/JoshHartley.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Clark Monroe (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/>Josh Hartley (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Farmhouse, outside of Reedland<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, 6:50pm<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Max Jerious</div><br/>"CSI team? Who the hell do I look like? Horatio Caine?" The Sheriff removed his hat once more and stressed the brim a second before placing it back on his head, a grimace on his face. "Dag nabbit! We're gonna hafta involve them folk from Emery..." The Sheriff wandered off, pulling out his cell phone and dialing as he went.<br/><br/>If anyone cared enough to pay attention to him, they'd see Josh over by the cars, texting away on his phone. He wasn't overt or anything worth noticing at the time.<br/><br/>The Sheriff reappeared next to Max. "Emery police are on their way. They're bringin a CSI unit." Clark looked disgusted for a moment. "In all my 25 years, we've never needed a CSI unit for a murder. Fact is, we've only needed them once, when some kid tried to burn down a damn barn." Clark's eyes misted over and he turned away from Max, clearly refusing to let Max see him upset. He cleared his throat and turned back around.<br/><br/>"You say the mother was pinned to the counter? And assaulted?" Clark's eyes shifted toward the open door for the first time since he'd arrived. He took a deep breath before entering the abode. His eyes, as if commanded by his own body not to look, sought the bodies of the child and husband first. Once again, the hat went off, and his head drooped. That was the moment his eyes connected with the sight of the mother.<br/><br/>"Oh for Christ's sake..." Clark managed to strangle out a moment before rushing outside and heaving up his dinner next to a tree. Tears streaked down the stalwart man's cheeks as he steadied himself against the large maple.