<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 7:30<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Digging into the scene<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>OPEN<br/><hr/>Holiday made his way into the front room of the house, careful where he stood and wary of touching anything.  The open doorway made that much not too difficult.  He clenched his jaw and nodded at what he was taking in.<em>Was it an angry fight?  Looking for something? </em>he posed to himself in a mumbled statement that was at most beneath his breath.  He stood and turned his gaze over all of it, the tv, the paperweight.<em>Anger, </em>he added to his mumbles.<br/><br/>The disposition of the front room could wait.  He gave careful consideration to the door to the kitchen.  As he glanced about, he drew a pair of rubber gloves from his breast pocket.  If he needed to swing the door between the living room and kitchen, he didn't want to disturb any prints.  He cautiously slipped from the front room, following the smell of iron that grew heavier as he drew nearer.<br/><br/>Once inside, he'd take stock of whatever and whomever was inside.  A seasoned veteran around crime scenes, he knew how to avoid contaminating forensics and would be mindful and observant.