<div align="center"><strong>GM POST</strong></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/49/28/e5/4928e5c2253396ea6ed8d29258386a15.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Patrol Sgt Hank Amhurst<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>237 Pacific Way<br/><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 4th May, 7:05 - 7:20<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Securing the crime scene and welcoming the H-Squad<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>UPD Homicide Squad.<br/><hr/><br/>It wasn't long before things started popping. Amhurst went back to his car, careful not to touch anything, pulled a roll of police crime-scene tape out of the trunk and began stringing the stuff from drain pipes to lamp posts to fence posts... A second patrol car arrived and a couple of uniformed cops jumped out and trotted over. Amhurst sent one to interview the old lady from number 224 who had made the 911 call. He sent the other to disperse the curious folk who were popping out of their houses to take a look.<br/><br/>He took on part of that role himself. "If you would return to your homes please, there's nothing to see here. The detectives will be wanting to talk to you, I'm sure, so please make yourselves available..."<br/><br/>He was repeating that for the third time when he saw Li arrive. "Hey Andy, good to see you on this one." Hank knew the young detective well, had been as shocked as the rest of them by his partner's suicide. What would drive a man to take his own life like that? Andy had been hit the worst, and had become bitter and cynical. Well, if this case didn't snap the kid out of it, nothing would.<br/><br/>He was about to say more when a taxi pulled up, and of all people, Detective Hobbes hopped out paid the cabby and bustled up with a fake air of superiority ..... and a distinct air of something else. "No, the lieutenant isn't here yet, he's on the way, the M.E. is on the way, so is that kid from the crime lab. And I've told the neighbours to keep themselves available, just for you..." His tone made it completely clear that he was not happy about being spoken to in that way by one of the youngest detectives on the force, who in his opinion only got the job because of her family.<br/><br/>"I sent Burton across to interview Mrs Cassile, the lady who made the nine one one call."<br/><br/>He paused took a breath  and saw another couple of cars pulling up<br/><br/>"Ah, Lieutenant, Sergeant. Scene's all yours, I'll be keeping the crowds at bay if you need me".<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>GM DESCRIPTION - 237 PACIFIC WAY</strong></span></div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">OUTSIDE</span></strong><br/><br/>Pacific Way is a residential street built in the 1970s, with all the houses so deliberately made to look different from each other that they actually look the same. All the houses are single story with a pitched roof, all of them have a front lawn and a garage, but some are side ways, some have the pitch of the roof facing the other way, some have the garage offset from the house, a few are duplexed.<br/><br/>(http://www.blogto.com/upload/2011/09/201197-suburbs-near-martingrove-westway-1960s-s1464_fl0004_id0011.jpg)<br/><br/>Number 237 is no exception to the above, and is duplexed on the garage. There is a path that leads down the side between the property and number 239 that ends in two high solid wooden gates at 45° to the path (hence at 90° to each other).<br/><br/>There is a concrete driveway that has a few cracks and a couple of weeds growing it, as well as some oil spots that are fresh and a lot that are quite old, indicating a vehicle parked there regularly. However there is no vehicle on the driveway at present.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">INSIDE</span></strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">The front room</span><br/><br/>The front door opens directly onto the living room that is at the front of the house. The door shows no sign of forced entry. Inside, the room has clearly been ransacked. pictures and photographs that had stoon on the mantle or hung on the walls are strewn across the floor, some broken others not. An old fashioned CRT television set has had it's tube smashed by a glass paperweight being thrown through it. Bookshelves line the walls but the books have all been swept to the floor. Box files, too, have been rifled. One has had the papers thrown about, other simply opened and dropped on the floor.<br/><br/>The room is furnished with a cloth two-seater couch, a matching arm chair and a small coffee table.<br/><br/>A door leads off the front room to the kitchen, another to a short corridor that leads to the bedroom and bathroom.<br/><br/>The room smells of drying human blood, the smell strongest towards the kitchen.