Ahri reached Mr. Bronk's residence. Although Ahri didn't expect to see police guards patrolling the area, she was relieved that there were none. With a glance over her shoulder down the now dark street, Ahri reached into her purse to pull out the key to Mr. Bronk's house from the folder. Pushing up the police seal a bit, Ahri shoved the key into the knob and twisted the lock with a click. She smiled slightly, feeling a bit power like a special child within a school that was allowed to sort files for the principle. The smile vanished, however, as she pressed open the door and stepped inside, a slight fear settling in the pit of her stomach.<br/><br/>Closing the door behind herself, Ahri turned to face the small entrance room she stood in that lead towards the living room. For a moment Ahri contemplated turning on the lights, but thought better of it. If someone was to spot lights on it may draw the murderer if he or she lived nearby or a patrolling officer.<br/><br/>Waiting for a moment, Ahri's eyes adjusted as best they could to the darkness. Reaching into her bag, she reached her fingers around the pepper spray just to be safe as she would make a house check for any unwanted visitor. After finding the place clear, then Ahri could begin her investigation.<br/><br/>Crouching slight, Ahri moved as silently she could across the wooden floors of the entrance room and into the living room.