<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span>Jack Harth<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span>downtown Atro<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span>12:30 AM<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tagged:</strong></span>Kythia, Blythe<br/><br/>"Does the fact I was planning to call when I was somewhere safer count for anything?" he'd ask the detective, in regards to not calling the police. This was a sort of half lie; he was actually going to get the woman he had been escorting to make the call, but hey, it was his idea.<br/><br/><em>Last time I do a fucking good deed.</em>He thought to himself as he filled out the written statement. It was short, and to the point: He was walking this woman to her work, they found the corpse, he wanted to move them along to somewhere safer, then one lady showed up, then another showed up, then someone set off some sort of flashing bomb; the woman he was escorting disappeared, and then the detective showed up.<br/><br/>And yeah, he does give his name and all relevant stuff; he doesn't bother lying, he knows that will just bite him in the ass, and he'd rather not deal with it. He'd hand in the written statement once it was done, and then go to leave without saying anything; but if he ever saw that woman again, the one who said she could give him an explanation, he'd get one out of her.