<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 - In Kitchen - to Living Room, then to Master Bedroom<br/><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday, May 4th, around 7:30<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Getting out of Cassidy's way - speaking to Li<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>Li and makes reference to Locke, Maxon, Gander and Hobbes<br/><hr/><em>"Mr. Stevens,"</em>he said to the deceased, getting acquainted as thought detective Li made the obligatory introduction by proper name.  Holiday observed what he could of the man, speaking slowly, as if Matthew Stevens could hear him and help him in what he wanted to know.<em>"Who would ... want to ... do something like ... "</em>he said absently, the pauses coming as he squatted for a better angle at the man's face, his wounds, what was in his hands, anything.  His conversation, however, had been interrupted by the sheer energy of one Cassidy Locke's entrance.  He heard her speaking outside on her way in.  He was anxious for her to begin her work, so that they could begin in earnest on exactly what had happened here.  He didn't dare move the man without her or Gander.<br/><br/>He slipped out just before she slipped in, turning his attention to Li to let Locke do her thing.  They'd be circling back shortly.  In the meantime, the phone call was of immediate interest.  He did his very best to remain quiet and listen to the conversation, giving Li a half smile in the awkward silences.  He closed his eyes and when back into cinematic mode, recreating a version of the events of a day in which Mr. Matthew Stevens did not end up on the floor of his own kitchen in the state he was in.  A day where a man might be already to work.  He picked up enough from the call to glean that it was, indeed, an employer.<br/><br/>He let Li handle the call.  Going to work implied going in a vehicle, unless he got picked up every day.  If he got picked up every day, the ride share partner would be on scene.  There was a vehicle to find, a wallet perhaps.  Things a man might put together on his way to work on one ordinary Monday.  He glanced about, recalling that Mr. Stevens wore but purple boxers.  He would not have had his wallet on him.  He stepped back towards the bedroom and poked about the usual places one might place a wallet.  Nightstand, dresser drawers.  Observing the state of the room in general.<br/><br/>He listened on Li's side of the conversation and was pleased for Hobbes and Maxon having gotten to the scene so quickly.  It would be time to divide and trace leads as soon as possible.