<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Austin Callum Crawford</em></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Finding Interesting Evidence</span></span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/478a460debcbc.jpg?t=1324234288)</div>Reaching into his pocket, Austin pulled out his vibrating cell phone and looked at the message.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aight, ttylz, P3, 10-ish<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>P3 was a club that belonged to Tray’s family. It was a pretty hopping place and typically had a good crowd. With the connection, Austin always got in and had a good time with Tray. Smiling for a moment, Austin shoved the phone back into his pocket. He was about to take a step to the sidewalk to get a better view of the surrounding area when a piece of paper plastered itself to his boot.<br/><br/>Austin was about to kick out to dislodge the trash, but paused for a moment. The police officer clearly could make out “Charlie” and “8:05 am” on it. It also appeared to have the markings that could be consistent with the victim.<br/><br/>“You got some gloves?” Austin asked a tech that was heading out to the crime scene van. The response was a pair of latex gloves lobbed at him. Austin pulled one on and bent down, carefully grabbing the sheet of paper.<br/><br/>“Got something?” The other uniformed officer asked.<br/><br/>“Don’t know, I guess it’s for the suits to decipher.” Austin replied with a shrug. He held the paper gently in his fingers so as to not damage it further, but tight enough so it would not get away. “Be right back.” He muttered.<br/><br/>Walking into the alley further he found what seemed to be an investigative team. It was never anything to which he aspired. Austin preferred the action of the field, the authority. He thought that investigating tended to be more monotonous and boring. It had its place, but it wasn’t his cup of team.<br/><br/>“Ah-hmmm…” Austin cleared his throat to gain attention. “I…uh…found this. Thought it might be important.” He held out his gloved hand with the slip of paper in it. He also got his first look at the body. It looked all too familiar. Austin swallowed hard and his jaw clenched.<br/><br/>