<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Payne1_zpsde90e142.jpg)</div><strong>-Mona Temple</strong><br/><strong>-The Desktop</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Some of us are very busy. Then again, I wouldn't be here if our stellar security force wouldn't call me over every little thing."</strong>Mona muttered to Seraph, her eyes going to her phone to check the time. The Player was in a multiplayer game. He'd be at least another twenty minutes. Longer, if he won. She had time. Her eyes flicked to the wheelchair-bound villain for a moment. She didn't know Seraph personally, only knew of his record and history. Multiple offender. Repentant, or so he said. She didn't trust him. Then again, who DID she trust?<br/><br/><strong>"If you hear anything, report it,"</strong>Mona said.<br/><br/>She walked away without waiting for a response, the Detective heading back to her game world. She needed to visit her office and see if she could come up with any leads. Maybe if she gathered up all the information she had and looked at it all together something would jump out. Some kind of link, some connection between attackers or victims or places.