<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/TimRoth.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Detective-Liutenant Michael Holiday<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>237 Pacific Way<br/><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday, May 4th, around 7:20<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Arriving and<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wearing a charcoal suit over a black sweater</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/Mobile%20Uploads/Tim-Roth-_9-1024x760_zpsa4vq5jl0.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Available to Amhurst, Hobbes, Li<br/><hr/>Inside his department issued Chevy Caprice, he listened to what little radio chatter that took placed as he traversed his way down the Ubiquitous thoroughfare and across town.<br/><br/>Once he had spotted the cruiser, he parked nearby in the street.  Amhurst was in control of the scene, he noticed, and engaged with Hobbes and Li.  He nodded at them without speaking and listened in on the exchange of information allowing them to continue without his interrupting.<br/><br/>He was walking towards the house, taking it in.  If Amhurst or anyone else would speak directly to him, he would listen and reply but only while steadily approaching the front door.  His expression was blank and stoic and fixed on the house, taking it in.  His mind was already processing the scene starting with the open door.  Specifically, did it swing in or out and if there was an entry door and a storm door.  If so, did the storm have an auto-closing hydraulic arm to it.<br/><br/>He gave a look inside enough to see for himself the disheveled state of the front room.  He was entering unless stopped by someone.  He could wait until later to be briefed by Hobbes or Li who were engaged with Amhurst. Right now, he wanted to see the scene first hand.