<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name</strong></span>: Detective Trask Kensey<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Location</span></strong>: downtown Atro<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Time</span></strong>: 12:33 AM<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Tagged</span></strong>: Kythia (Xuxa + NPCs), HangedMan, Monfang<br/><br/>Damn this case. Damn it to hell.<br/><br/>The chief had put him on the H case, a series of strange murders that all seemed to revolve around the spelling of a name, although the exact spelling of that name eluded the hell out of Trask.<br/><br/>Helen, Ellen, Elena, Helena.<br/><br/>Hargreaves, an Orgrave, a Hoargrave, a Horgreeves.<br/><br/>It was like the killer was looking for someone so ridiculously specific that he'd decided to kill everything that sounded remotely like the right person. Trask ran a hand through his short brown hair, wiping away some sweat. He'd been tailing a woman who fit the name pattern all day; he'd even beaten up a few people who'd tried to harass her a few times, although Ellen Hargraves had a bad tendency to get into trouble on her own. It was a series of escalating coincidences that Kensey didn't think really were; he knew this was going to be the next victim.<br/><br/>He'd followed her for a stupidly long amount of time that night, too, and she'd left the coffee shop with a guy, some sort of MMA guy, from the look of him. Sure, Hargraves would feel safe with him, so she must've hired him to look after her. Kensey vaguely approved of that; Ellen was a petite little thing. He tried not to lick his lips when he ogled her. Made him feel unprofessional.<br/><br/>He was dressed in a long trench coat, in case of rain, which seemed so common in Atro, and thick surplus army boots. He trailed Ellen from the coffee shop, not quite hearing her conversation with Harth, although he'd just barely picked up Harth's name at the coffee shop. Then he saw the headless corpse....shit. Shit shit shit. Another homicide—hopefully not related to his own case, and suddenly the flashbang went off; he was blinded with all the rest, but he wasn't compromised.<br/><br/>He got on the scene officially, running to catch up, as he'd been tailing Harth and Hargraves at a distance, flipping out his badge, hand on his gun, and yelling, “Atro City PD! Detective Kensey!” He flipped out his phone and called for backup. “Kensey, first on the scene! I've got a homicide down here and a kidnapping! I need at least two cars down here, an ambulance, and our forensics guy.” He gave the info on the phone as to his location.”<br/><br/>He said, firmly, “I'm going to need statements from all of you.”