Hitomi<br/><br/>It's there, just on the edge of her perception; a taste of what this foreign magic is. It feels both kindred, and completely opposite to the magic she wields, paradoxically. It feels like the casino is trying to push it away, as if the whole building, this faux-pyramid, is actively opposing both kinds of magic, used within.<br/><br/>As she draws close to it, though, she hears a commanding voice from very close to her body, "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."<br/><br/>Kettering<br/><br/>His office is on a lower floor than his home, and, as such, relatively untouched by the investigation, up to now. His appointment book lies open on the desk, in the fairly expansive and expensive office, the drawers pulled open and flipped through, apparently looking for the book.<br/><br/>About fifteen, twenty minutes later, a knock comes at the door, a female officer announcing, "Sir, I have someone here to see you."<br/><br/>Carmen<br/><br/>Jones smiles back, casually, then lets it drop as she reveals the cause of death. "Impaled, by a metal rod, through the roof of the skylight." A knock sounds at the door, and she gets up to answer it, exchanging a few quiet words with the officer outside, before nodding and shutting it. "Looks like orders just came through to forward any of his friends up to the detective in charge." She sighs, slightly. "Come with me, please." With that, she leads Carmen up a few more floors, to what looks like Mr. Ortiz's office. Knocking, she calls out, "Sir, I have someone here to see you."<br/><br/>Leticia<br/><br/>"I understand, ma'am, but I'm not in charge of the investigation. I couldn't give you permission to go there, even if I wanted to. Besides, you're a civilian, and they have trained examiners, going over the scene. If we find anything else, I'll be certain to forward it to you."<br/><br/>He pauses, and considers for a minute. "Although... you might be able to speak with the head of the investigation. I'm supposed to send anyone connected with Mr. Ortiz to him... if you think you can convince him, I'll let you handle him, but I'll warn you, he looks like an angry grizzly bear."<br/><br/>Blake<br/><br/>"Hey, now, man, I'm not involved in any of that, now, y'hear? I got outta that biz a long time ago. I'm clean, now... check all this stuff real good, nothin' stolen, that I know of." He speaks loudly, perhaps for the benefit of anyone around who might, possibly, be listening, then leans in and lowers his voice. "Yes, I know what you're talkin' about... lots of strange stuff, lately. The coppers are keepin' a real tight lid on it all, but I got a friend, says that they just as confused as the rest of us. Though, I do know a guy who knows a guy who saw something weird a few nights ago, around one o' the murders. Personally, I think he's nuts, but I'll tell ya, anyway... guy says he saw this big brute of a guy, like a body-builder, huge muscles, carryin' this thing in a sack. Weirdest thing? One second he guy's there, the next, poof, 'e's gone. Just like that."