<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 - Outside, in front of house and moves to kitchen.<br/><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday, May 4th, around 7:59 and onward<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Speaking with Dr. Gander outside, recording thoughts, observing for clues.  Speaks to Li<br/><br/><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>Gander, Locke and Li<br/><hr/>He nodded to what Dr. Gander revealed and knew this was preliminary, but what she said had its value.<strong>"Maybe they argued, if he didn't defend himself, or he didn't have time,"</strong>he wondered aloud.<strong>"Thank you, Doctor,"</strong>he concluded politely and let her to her work.<br/><br/>Outside the front door, he positioned his body as of he was being attacked by an imaginary knife wielding assailant.  To no particular audience, he played out two mini charades; the first with victim and assailant face to face, the second with the victim in a sort of a headlock, knife to throat.<strong>"Where is it..."</strong>he said in a character voice in his own self assumed dialogue, casting the words to his knife wielder.  The shambled state of the home his impetus to think the assailant any was after something...and in an agitated state when looking for it.<br/><br/>He reached for his cell phone out of the inner pocket of his jacket.  He tapped an icon on the front.  His recording note pad popped up.  He tapped NEW ENTRY, then RECORD, and began speaking.<br/><br/><em>237 Pacific Way, 8:00 am, Monday, May 4.  Home of Matthew Stevens.  Victim expired in the middle of the night, one or two am.  Loss of blood, blunt force trauma about the neck.  No visible defense wounds as of this recording.   Victim is in his kitchen.  He lives alone...apparently.   He is facing the back door.  Door closed and..."</em>he walked into the kitchen as he spoke.<br/><br/>Once inside the kitchen, he speaks more slowly as he takes careful examination of all that he can see.  Looking to Cassidy, he will make observation of anything she points out, but states to the recorder his few thoughts first while politely trying to stay out of her way.<br/><br/>Spoken to the recorder again,<em>The back door is closed.  Wooden entry door with glass panes.  Of interest is the broken pane of glass, deadbolt with key on inside.  Door is... </em>he tried the knob while holding his glove material to it.<em>...unlocked.  Glass shards on the inside.  Intruder possibly entering...through this door and exiting out of the front door which was reportedly left open. Footprint on the floor, in the blood is smeared... </em>he lowered himself to look closely at the footprint and a close look around the scene of the altercation in general.  His recorder was ready to put his thoughts or clues Cassidy might point out.<br/><br/>In a pause, he added a few other facts and to-do's.<em>Vic's wallet is accounted for, no cash, no credit or debit cards within.  Vehicle is unaccounted for.  He is apparently late for work.  Run a database find and social media sweep... </em>he said as he placed his hand over his face and rubbed idly at his jaw as he looked about carefully.<br/><br/>He stepped out to find Li wrapping up his phone call.<strong>"Late for work?"</strong>he asked to confirm what he believed he heard from one side of a conversation.<strong>"Good idea to see the boss, coworkers, get his stuff,"</strong>he said, more to say it than to direct; Li knew how to do his job.<strong>"Can you call in his car, I don't think it is here,"</strong>he asked/ordered as the detective had found the details on it.  His eyes swept the state of the room as he spoke.