<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/fn2yDcN.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tyler Maxon<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>237 Pacific Way<br/><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday, The fourth of May: Around 7:50AM<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Information Gathering, preliminary directions and Investigating.<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Homicide Squad, Armhurst, Cassidy Locke, Dr. Gander<br/><hr/><br/>Detective Maxon gave the Sergeant a nod when he responded with his intent to keep the crowds at bay, having just came in on the end of the explanation.<strong>"Thank you, Sergeant. We'll take it from here."</strong>He responded before turning to the two junior detectives, his head tilting.<strong>"Relay the situation?"</strong>He asked. Once explained, he nodded and readied to make his way inside to the grisly scene. Before that could happen, another car pulled up. He assumed it was their M.E and Cassidy, which a quick glance back proved him correct.<br/><br/>Tyler gave the Doc a respectful nod, knowing not to get in her way. They'd be able to see the body later, after she did her thing. Cassidy's tentative grin and her question drew his attention not long after the thought, and he gave her a nod as well.<strong>"The D.L is inside, yes. He likes to grab a first look at the scene I think. Probably helps with whatever his process is."</strong>He answered on behalf of Amhurst, hoping to give the man a little breathing room from the barrage of questions. He could still remember how tiring those got.<br/><br/><strong>"Li, Hobbes; get inside and begin a sweep. Bag and tag carefully.... you know the drill."</strong>Tyler said, deciding he'd take the lead here until Holliday could get outside and manage the rest. It was honestly textbook S.O.P at the moment, unless the D.L had a spark of brilliance he didn't.<strong>"Miss Locke, I'm not sure what your usual duty is, but I'd suggest seeing detective Holliday for instructions. If he doesn't have a better job, we could always use another set of eyes gathering the evidence."</strong>He instructed. Mainly because he wasn't certain their M.E was gonna want anyone 'in the way', and the team was well trained on the gathering parts.<br/><br/>They had to be when they didn't have a separate, dedicated team for it. With the directions given, he made his way toward the door. He also made mental note of the nearby witnesses, especially the elder dame that called it in. They could wait for a bit, but he knew he'd need to send someone that way soon to ensure the correct questions were asked. The problem was, he didn't know which of their two juniors would be more suited to the task. That was the D.L's department...<br/><br/>Tyler's nose wrinkled from the pungent smell of blood emanating from the kitchen when he stepped inside. His eyes took in the scene from there, noticing the wreck of the living room. It looked like a crime of passion from a glance, but that didn't explain why the entirety was ransacked. Even a struggle wouldn't state for such. Were they looking for something, or just making it seem like a burglary gone wrong? It was only then he noticed the CRT television, a strange addition.<br/><br/>Tyler fished a pair of medical gloves from his jacket pocket then, slipping them on before he headed toward the television. He knew it was stupid, but so long overseas had him convinced that a television often lead to a camera nearby. So he knelt down, careful not to let his pants brush the floor, and began to look for any form of a receiver. Video would be shoddy at nighttime, no way an ID could be made, but if the man did have a system; it'd give them a good look into what might have happened.