<strong>Name: </strong>Max Jerious (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898391#msg5898391)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Reedland, Utah<br/><strong>Time: </strong>6:20 PM, Day 1<br/><br/>All introductions done that were the priority. Now it was time to start getting known in town. Mostly just becoming a face people saw around the town. Max looked down and checked his fuel gage, still over a quarter tank so he could deal with that in the morning. That meant he needed to go where the locals were. Evening, work day, most likely that meant the tavern. The miners would be having dinner, drinks or both.<br/><br/>His<em>personal</em>cell phone rang. That was the number he would give out to just anyone. The other phone he carried was only known by a very few people. Only those he could trust or that he had to remain in constant contact with. Checking the caller ID he saw it was the sheriff. His number had been programmed in after his briefing. Of course, he just met the sheriff so he must have taken the paperwork home with him. Keying it he placed it on his ear and spoke, "Jerious." It was a simple greeting said calmly and with no recognition in the voice.<br/><br/>"Alright, young man. I'm going to need you to help me out before tomorrow."  The voice of the sheriff was curt but then softened, "Seems like we have a situation on the outskirts or town. A farm house. The three residents killed. Found by the parents." There was a pause and the sheriff sighed, "I know them pretty well... oh, hell, I know most of the people out here pretty well. No matter, you do this by the book. Secure the area and don't let anyone mess with the scene."  The sheriff then gave the address and stayed silent for a moment, "I spoke to Lt. Sheldon, he speaks highly of you. If he hadn't, I would have waited for my deputy to get back from the mine. But..." Another pause and a sigh, "It doesn't sound like a good scene. This weren't no accident.  I'll be there ASAP."<br/><br/>"Roger that, Sheriff. I'll make sure that nothing is disturbed. I will have to start taking pictures. Procedure. I'm sure you understand." Max was already turning the vehicle, the lights flashing but no siren. Once he was headed in the right direction he pressed on the accelerator.  The lights would give him clearance past any other cars. Sirens, on the other hand, drew attention. And that was something he didn't want. Not until he knew what happened. The first rule was to not let humans be the first on a murder scene. Just to make sure it wasn't something that had to be dealt with by people like Max.<br/><br/>"I know. I know. Just don't mess anything up. Go Buy The Book." The last four words were emphasized and then he hung up.<br/><br/>*************************************************************************<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Farmhouse, outside of Reedland, Utah<br/><strong>Time: </strong>6:30 PM, Day 1<br/><br/>Pulling the police truck in front of the house, Max blocked in the other vehicle that was there.  A couple was huddled together, the woman crying and the man trying to console her.  As he exited the vehicle Max slipped a flashlight into the duty belt. He didn't need it, but, appearances were important, "I'm Corporal Jerious. Sheriff Monroe called me and told me there was a scene to investigate."  He looked about the area even as the man pointed toward the back of the house, "Both of you stay right here. I'll check things out and then take your statements."<br/><br/>Opening the rear doors to his suburban, Max pulled out two bags, from the looks they were camera bags. One had a roll of police tape threaded through the shoulder strap. Both had plastic bags and gloves stuffed into the outside pockets, looking just like something a police officer would have. The bags were slipped over his shoulders and he started to put on a pair of gloves as he walked toward the rear of the house. While still in sight of the couple he withdrew a camera and started taking a few photos, the flash casting some eerie shadows.<br/><br/>Along the whole way he took photos, trying to capture as much as what was in front of him as he could. When he got to the back door he peered in through the window, took a few photos and then looked through the door to take more.  He even took photos of the door handle which didn't appear to have anything on it he could see.<br/><br/>The wind shifted and his nostrils flared. The scent of blood hit him along with something else. He then noticed that he was starting to get aroused and his blood felt warm. Had he been a younger vampire, he might have succumbed to the blood lust he was starting to feel. It was faint, but the aroma was still there.  Stepping back, he turned around and took a breath of fresh air. Anyone that might be seeing him would think it was an officer trying to gain his composure from a grisly scene.<br/><br/>A moment later he turned back, he already knew the signs of what he was seeing, now he had to hide them. Stepping inside he moved to the first body and stood over it. Opening the second bag he takes out an item and dips it into the blood. Moving to each body he repeats the process.  Going back to the door he steps outside, scans the area and then flicks the object toward a tree. When it is found, it will be ruled as the murder weapon. The item was a climbing claw. Made popular in any movie that had ninjas. The four small, pointed hooks were similar in size to the canines of a dog or a vampire. And, if inserted into the neck of a victim, could tear the flesh, just like a vampire would.<br/><br/>Without stopping his progress he moves back to the front, shaking his head and moving back to his vehicle, not talking to the couple just yet. Getting back to the truck he grabs the door, looking away from the house and wipes his right hand over his face. He then steps away, casts a glance at the couple and moves to tape off the area, "As soon as I finish this, I'll need to ask you a few questions. I know it will be hard, but anything you can tell me is going to help find who did this." It was a lie. They couldn't help with this, but, like he thought before, appearances are important.<br/>