Chris Manners was what one could call annoyed. For he liked to be punctual when it came to investigating a lead in a case, especially one so personal. Having arrived to Honer's unit 17 warehouse over half an hour late because his car, which he had only just bought no more than four days ago, unexpectedly broke down in the middle of the street. After waiting impatiently for the local tow truck to find him and his car, take it back to the garage for repairs, catching the mechanic attempting to lie about the condition of the vehicle and overcharge him, he pulled up to where unit 17 was located. Or was supposed to be located, Chris did a double take on the where the warehouse was supposed be standing.<br/><br/>But all he could see was a small, damp alley way squeezing in between unit 16 and 18. He stepped out of his car and cautiously  approached the alley way. He saw that what seemed to be employees of Honers had already arrived and were just as confused as he was. He saw a woman and man standing together studying some graffiti on the wall.<em>"We All Know You Did It"</em>What the hell was that suppose to mean? He approached the pair and overheard the woman's statement about where the building disappeared to and who wrote the graffiti. He decided to input his opinion.<br/>"That's a good answer to why someone would do this... but I have feeling that's not quite right, you see the "You" in this sentence could be just referring to who took the building, if that is what happened, but it could also be referring to just about anyone here, whether it be me, you, or him." He pointed to himself, and then the woman and the man for punctuation.  "Or even all of us at once." Chris walked up to the graffiti closely, examining it with a fierce intensity."Of course it could also just be a message between rival gangs, but what are the chances of that right?<br/>