<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span>Jack Harth<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span>In Route to MacEwan, downtown Atro<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span>12:15 p.m.<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tagged:</strong></span>Narrator/Ellen<br/><br/>"Yeah, this city is shit. No better or worse than any other, though. You can't escape the filth in this day and age." He shrugged his shoulders. "Jealous ex boyfriend, maybe? Or maybe someone's getting at your boss through his employees. Have you mentioned it to anybody else?" He remained as cold and aloof as ever, but in the back of his mind, the cogs were turning and coming up with ideas;  most of which reeked of passive-agressiveness on the part of whoever was targeting her.<br/><br/>"What the...Christ."His reaction was a little subdued, perhaps, to the discovery of the headless corpse. He's seen some sick shit, he's seen people beaten to death before; but decapitated? That's just over the top. That is entirely unnecessary. And yeah, he was  freaked out by it, but tried to keep up a strong front. Looking away from it, and focusing his attention on Ellen helped him to stay calm.<br/><br/>He was already reaching into his pocket to take out his cell phone, but seemed to pause before doing anything with it. As he looked around, he pondered to himself; was it even worth calling the police? They'd probably tie him up all night with questions and accusations.  And he just wanted to get home, relax in a nice, hot shower, and get some shut-eye.