<div class="floatleft">(http://l1.yimg.com/bt/api/res/1.2/gT_jzugu0C.2.Yj8K9qPJw--/YXBwaWQ9eW5ld3NfbGVnbztmaT1maWxsO2g9Mzc3O3B4b2ZmPTUwO3B5b2ZmPTA7cT03NTt3PTY3MA--/http://media.zenfs.com/en-US/homerun/money_403/0ad401542c2aba53cd6d5089c482744c)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Graham and Amanda Pugh (NPCs)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>239 Pacific Way<br/><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>13th October 2014, 07:50 or shortly after<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Wondering what the cops are doing next door, while getting ready for their day.<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>MJ Hobbes<br/><hr/><br/>The day had started normally enough, with Graham's alarm going off at six. The arrival of a police car outside as he and Amanda were getting dressed attracted only a small amount of curiosity. The sudden arrival some time later of a whole load of cops and the coroner's wagon made them both a lot more curious. But curiosity took second place to breakfast and the necessity to get their three year old daughter to the nursery before heading off to earn a living.<br/><br/>The solid rap at the door just as Amanda was clearing away breakfast and Graham was hunting for his car keys made them both exchange a look.<br/><br/>Graham moved to answer the door, opened it and took in the sight of the woman standing there flashing her badge at him. "Uh, hi..." He tried hard to push all the stupid questions aside...<em>What's going on? Has something happened next door? Are you really a cop?</em>The only question left was, "Uh, how can I help, Detective?"