HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous
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				Title: <strong>HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-06-2016, 17:14:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>HOMICIDE</strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://pics4.city-data.com/cpicv/vfiles10892.jpg)</div><br>This thread is for all IC posts pertaining to the investigation. Players are asked to use the post header given in the OOC thread on all posts in this thread to enable the GM and other players to keep track of where and when everyone is. Posting needs to be chronological for your character and any characters yours is with. Please be aware of the time-line and try not to create causality failure... In other words, if your character is at 10:00am and you need to interact with a character who is at 2:00pm, please have your character do something else for the intervening four hours. <br><br>Equally, if you spot that someone has sent your character a text message in the past (for example), you are quite welcome to NOT notice it until where you are in your time line. However, the person SENDING the text must be aware that they will not get a reply until they have caught up on the time-line.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>PLEASE ENSURE YOU KEEP YOUR POST HEADERS UP TO DATE</strong></span><br><br>Thank you</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-06-2016, 18:11:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>GM POST</strong></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://putrapc.com.my/wp-content/uploads/telephonist.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tara Symmonds<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> UPD Emergency Call Centre<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 4th May, 06:11<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Answering a 911 Call<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPC Patrol Car.<br><hr><br><br>Tara Symmonds was at the end of her shift. Her job was generally quite boring. Most calls she got were hoaxes or people with their toes stuck in the bath faucette. About the most exciting one she'd had recently was from some kids who were messing about down by the river when one of them had fallen in.&nbsp; Kid was lucky to be alive the amount he'd been drinking! She was on night shift for the next two days, then she had two days off and went to day shift. Tara preferred night shift, because it was quieter. Her shift ended in a little under an hour, and she could go home and feed her cat, then slip into bed with her girlfriend for a while.<br><br><em>BZZZZZT</em> The buzzer cut across her erotic fantasies and she looked up. The automatic trace was working to ID the caller already, and so she flipped the switch to connect her headset to the outside line. "Nine one one, what is your emergency?"<br><br>"Oh, hello..." The voice was female and old. "I'm not sure if this is an emergency or not..."<br><br><em>Great,</em> Tara thought, <em>one of those. Probably she's dropped her door keys down the toilet or something...</em> "That's okay ma'am, tell me what the problem is".<br><br>"Well, it's my neighbour across the street. Such a lovely young man. He works at one of the packing plants. Well his front door is standing wide open. Has been for the past half hour. I only noticed it because I was watching for the paper boy. That boy is such a little vandal. He throws newspapers at my plant pots, he's deliberately trying to break them. You should have him arrested!"<br><br>"Ma'am? Was that the purpose of your call, to complain about the paperboy?"<br><br>"What? Oh no, although you should have him arrested, little vandal. No, no, it's the young man across the street, such a pleasant young man. He's left his front door standing open for well over half an hour now. I just thought it was odd, you know?"<br><br>"Right, well it's probably nothing, but we'll send a patrol car over. Please could I have your name and address please ma'am?"<br><br>"My name and... Oh right, yes of course. My name is Myrtle Cassile, my address is two two four, Pacific Way. And the young man lives at two three seven, right across the street".<br><br>"Thank you, Ma'am. I'll send a patrol car over to investigate".<br><br>"Good. And if they catch that paperboy so much the better! Little vandal!"<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/49/28/e5/4928e5c2253396ea6ed8d29258386a15.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Patrol Sgt Hank Amhurst<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving outside 237 Pacific Way<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 4th May, 06:38<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Investigating.<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> UPD Homicide Squad. (That's your cue boys and girls!)<br><hr><br>"Attention any patrol in the vicinity of Pacific Way, report of a <acronym title="open door">ten-ninety four</acronym> at number two three seven, Possible <acronym title="crime in progress">ten-thirty one</acronym>, possible <acronym title="burglary">ten-fifteen</acronym>. Silent approach recommended".<br><br>"This is two two, I am in vicinity, responding". Sergeant Amhurst finished his coffee and popped the paper cup into the litter bin, slipped back into the police car, nudged it into gear and drove carefully the six blocks to the residential district that included Pacific Way, turned into the road and cruised slowly down the street. There. Number two three seven. No vehicle on the driveway. Chances are the owner had driven off in a hurry and not realised he hadn't shut the door properly. Amhurst pulled up outside on the street and walked up the drive, noting that it was clear of weeds, the front yard was tidy but not fancy. A small oil puddle indicated that the resident's vehicle was probably in need of some work. <br><br>Amhurst didn't want to be a detective. He didn't actually see the need. He was good enough at his job. He tapped on the door. "Hello, anyone here?"<br><br>No answer. Just as he thought, the owner hand driven off leaving the door open. He was about to radio in a <acronym title="contact owner/keyholder">ten-forty</acronym> when something caught his eye. The front room of the house had been ransacked. Things were scattered on the floor, some things smashed, others strewn randomly. His hand went to his weapon. "POLICE! IS ANY ONE HERE?" He stepped cautiously through the door, weapon ready, just in case. And that was when he smelled it.<br><br>Blood.<br><br>It was coming from the back of the house, where the kitchen was. He followed his nose and stopped short. "Oh my god!" He got on the radio, and called in a dead body, possible homicide...
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>05-06-2016, 09:32:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/fn2yDcN.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyler Maxon<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> His Apartment<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 4th May, 06:30-6:40ish<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Trying to Wake up, Attempting to keep his head on.<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ex-Wife, Open<br><hr>The rushing sound of water coming from the sink drowned out Diana's voice on the other end of the speaker phone, something Tyler was thankful for as he finished brushing his teeth. He could hear her yappy tone the entire tone, though; a fact he wished would go away. Why couldn't she just leave him be? <strong>"You took the house, already, I don't know know what the hell else you want."</strong> He snapped&nbsp; as he turned the sink off, only to hear more badgering from the other end. Something about trying to make it all work again. Yeah, like that'd gone stellar the last few times they'd tried it. <strong>"Listen, I gotta head to the station. We'll finish this later."</strong><br><br><strong>"Don't you hang up on me, you as-"</strong> Click.... Tyler held the phone then, staring at the picture used to denote his wife in the contacts list. It was his favorite picture of her, from back when they were still happy. It was a fact that caused him to shake his head before moving out from the bathroom, and swiping up a bottle of aspirin from the side table. He tossed three of the tablets into his mouth dry before swallowing them down with a grunt. No matter what, they always tasted bad, even with water. <br><br>Tyler grabbed his cup of coffee and moved to the recliner then, programming his phone to simply forward Diana's calls for now. He had a hangover from hell and wasn't in any mood to deal with her. At-least not until the meds kicked in a little more. So that's where he sat for the moment, sipping his coffee as he waited for the clock to strike closer to 7:00 am. He had his shirt and the rest of attire all gathered up,&nbsp; and living in close proximity to the station did have it's benefits. <br><br>Finally around fifteen minutes had passed and he rose from the chair to get himself dressed and out the door. Sure, Maxon hadn't eaten breakfast yet, but then he rarely did these days. He'd just grab something later when the opportunity presented itself. So with that, he grabbed his pack and left the shitty apartment to head out to his car. No sooner did he get inside did he hear the radio chatter, something that typically flooded to the background with a man like him. But he could recognize one code in his sleep. Ten-thirty-five, major crime alert. <br><br><strong>"Oh shit...."</strong> Tyler groaned, knowing his cell was likely to be going off any minute. It didn't necessarily mean it was his departments thing, but only a few crimes fell into major crimes territory. Homicide was one.... He turned over the ignition then, knowing better then to try to jump the gun in a situation like this. After all, he was probably wrong right? It was likely just some football player that got handsy and out of control, which was just as bad; but he wouldn't be the one handling that....
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparky01</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 00:12:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/TimRoth.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Detective-Liutenant Michael Holiday<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> His suburban home<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; Monday, May 4th, around 6:30<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Getting ready in suburbia with the family<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br><hr>Sitting on the edge of his bed, which had been neatly made as a team with his wife, Michael Holiday was in the process of slipping on his dress socks and watching the morning news.&nbsp; He was remarkably numb to the banter which escalated into an argument followed by a door slam in the hallway outside their master bedroom.&nbsp; Four teenagers were in varying degrees of readiness for school were making a ruckus that the two of them.were accustomed to.&nbsp; Near the end of the school year, the spring fever was running high.&nbsp; He slipped on his shoes and noticed a particularly silent partner in his wife Margaret.<br><br>"What is it?" he asked, though he was quite aware of what 'it' was.<br><br>Margaret replied with a huff and walked swiftly to her jewelry cabinet.&nbsp; Her body language was guarded<br>&nbsp; She turned with her back to her husband, her eyes glued to the earrings in the mirror as she fastened them.<br><br>"Joey is allowed to chose this," Michael plead his case.&nbsp; "MidWest State's ROTC program is an excellent program.&nbsp; Joe will graduate as an officer, not as an enlisted man.&nbsp; It's a good choice for him, I am proud," he added.<br><br>The weekend visit to Terrence College was Margret's pick, mostly because it meant Joey would study Engineering and work in the private sector.&nbsp; After the campus tour, the oldest of the Holiday clan announced he was set on the MidWest State Air Force Officer Corp program against his mother's wishes.&nbsp; <br><br>Margaret turned from the mirror and looked at Michael.&nbsp; Tears were welling in her eyes.&nbsp; "Memorial day is coming.&nbsp; We have to go visit Nate's grave," she said sadly.&nbsp; Her sister's child, Nate, had given his life in service of the US Marines in Afghanistan.&nbsp; "I don't want to see Joe in a flag draped...", she stopped and choked her words on a sob for the vision of another military funeral and her baby Joey lost forever.<br><br>Michael walked the few steps to console his wife.&nbsp; "He's a smart kid, he'll be OK.&nbsp; It's his choice," he said in an assuring and tender tone.&nbsp; He held his wife still, feeling her fragility in the heavy breaths&nbsp; she took, the shaking of her body as she shook with sobs on the exhale.&nbsp; Michael was her rock, though right now, he knew he was in dangerous territory, siding with his son on this matter.&nbsp; In his heart, he knew he had to let go and let his boy become a man.&nbsp; Margaret longed for days of soccer practice and piano leasons.&nbsp; Days like those had flown by all too fast.&nbsp; Their kids were becoming adults and it didn't seem fair.&nbsp; <br><br>Tears in her eyes, she kissed Michael.&nbsp; She was still so in love with him.&nbsp; "I know, you're right, I just," she didn't finish.&nbsp; He knew her mind on the matter and she could feel his empathy and support as well as his resolve.&nbsp; It was that resolve that made her love him and it defined her life partner.&nbsp; She smiled back her sad face to try to face the world with a facade of being alright with everything. <br><br>Michael's phone rang, vibrating on the nightstand.&nbsp; It was the sound of work before work, familiar to them both.&nbsp; "Holiday," he spoke into the phone.&nbsp; "Be right there," he responded to the voice on the other end.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 07:27:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lovehkfilm.com/reviews/bv9418/moving_targets_a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andy Li<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 4th May, 06:00-07:05...ish? am<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Investigating.<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sgt Hank<br><hr><br>5:00am, morning stretches.&nbsp; 5:10am, morning jog and sprinting exercises.&nbsp; 6:00am, strength training.&nbsp; 6:30am, shower.&nbsp; 6:40am, breakfast.&nbsp; After breakfast, brush his teeth.<br><br>A strict morning routine.&nbsp; Three times a week.&nbsp; Every other day, he would go on a morning walk after his stretches instead of his sprints.&nbsp; He had been following this routine ever since he joined the police force.&nbsp; The only times he went against this schedule was whenever he got called in for work.&nbsp; Normally, that didn't happen.&nbsp; This was a small town, after all.&nbsp; Not much ever happened in a small, quiet town like this one.<br><br>The routine had become so ingrained in Andy's life by this point that he could simply go through the motions.&nbsp; Get it over and done with.&nbsp; After this, he would get changed and go to work at the police department.&nbsp; Maybe file some paperwork.&nbsp; Chase down a couple of petty thieves.&nbsp; Maybe&nbsp; handle an armed robbery.&nbsp; If he was lucky, he wouldn't get another domestic dispute like last time.<br><br>He was in the middle of making breakfast, going through the motions of life when his cellphone started going off.&nbsp; He glanced down at his cellphone, not quite expecting a case that had to be attended to urgently...<br><br>No such luck.&nbsp; Looks like he was going to have to brush his teeth first before finishing his breakfast in the car...<br><br><hr><br>A little after 7:05am, Detective Andy Li pulled up onto 237 Pacific Way.&nbsp; His rusty, beat up sedan was over fifteen years old.&nbsp; It still drove, though... brakes were fine... lights were fine... so whatever.&nbsp; He picked up his thermos of coffee and finished the last of it before getting out of his car.<br><br>He took out his badge and flashed it for the boys in blue to see.&nbsp; He addressed Hank and asked, "What are we dealing with here, Sarge?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>08-06-2016, 16:19:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://67.media.tumblr.com/2d739396ae59b5679bff7fbebfc3616d/tumblr_o7bp7bBdOT1tmmtpjo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melissa Jane Hobbes<br><br><strong>Location:</strong>The floor of her apartment<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 4th May, 06:40-7:15ish<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong>An impersonation of a dumpster<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br><hr><br>Melissa was vaguely aware of a noise coming from somewhere above her head as her eyes pried themselves open and the world slowly came into focus. The clock on the wall told Mel that it was 6:41 AM as a single thought entered her mind <em>'Who the fuck is callin at this ungodly time?'</em> A foul smell reached Mel's nostrils and jolted her into life before she realised that she was the source of the stench, which was followed by the realisation that she had spent the night sleeping on the floor of her apartment. Though truth be told night was a stretch as she'd only returned home at 2 AM. The noise continued as the few working synapses in Mel's head registered that it was her phone that was ringing and it was the station that was calling. Mel groped around above her head and found her phone on the little side table next to the couch, despite her best efforts to sound awake whoever was on the other end knew from the sound of Mel's voice that she wasn't completely together <strong>"Hobbes."</strong> Anything more than single word answers were going to take a lot of effort<br><strong>"Where?"<br>"OK."<br>"I'm not on shift until..."<br>"OK."<br>"On my way."</strong><br>Mel hung up and dropped the phone, before the smell hit her again. She couldn't remember exactly how she ended up smelling like this but obviously something happened after the male strippers last night but she didn't have time to worry about that now. Crawling to her feet Mel picked the phone up again and called a cab to pick her up, give it a few hours and she'd be fine but for right now best leave the driving to someone else, also Mel remembered one of the many pieces of advice her Father had given her about homicides - The thing about dead bodies was that they weren't going anywhere. <br><br>The cab arrived 20 minutes later, giving Mel just enough time to shower and change. She didn't exactly smell life a perfume department by the time she left but at least she didn't smell like a pig farm any more. There was a smirk on the face of the cab driver as Mel left her building, it wasn't the sunniest day but Mel was wearing the thickest shades she owned.<br><br>As the cab pulled into Pacific Way, Mel knew she was going to get all kinds of crap from the uniforms about turning up to a crime scene in a cab and for a second she considered getting out round the corner and walking. Instead she decided to go on the offensive and not give anyone a chance to crack wise, bounding out of the cab Mel fired off questions at the uniforms barely giving them time to answer <strong>"Lieutenant Holiday here yet? M.E. been notified? Anyone talked to the neighbours yet?"</strong> If sounded and acted like she was 100% then maybe the thing with the cab would slip by.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparky01</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 13:41:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/TimRoth.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Detective-Liutenant Michael Holiday<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; Monday, May 4th, around 7:20<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Arriving and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Wearing a charcoal suit over a black sweater</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/Mobile%20Uploads/Tim-Roth-_9-1024x760_zpsa4vq5jl0.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Available to Amhurst, Hobbes, Li<br><hr>Inside his department issued Chevy Caprice, he listened to what little radio chatter that took placed as he traversed his way down the Ubiquitous thoroughfare and across town. <br><br>Once he had spotted the cruiser, he parked nearby in the street.&nbsp; Amhurst was in control of the scene, he noticed, and engaged with Hobbes and Li.&nbsp; He nodded at them without speaking and listened in on the exchange of information allowing them to continue without his interrupting.<br><br>He was walking towards the house, taking it in.&nbsp; If Amhurst or anyone else would speak directly to him, he would listen and reply but only while steadily approaching the front door.&nbsp; His expression was blank and stoic and fixed on the house, taking it in.&nbsp; His mind was already processing the scene starting with the open door.&nbsp; Specifically, did it swing in or out and if there was an entry door and a storm door.&nbsp; If so, did the storm have an auto-closing hydraulic arm to it.<br><br>He gave a look inside enough to see for himself the disheveled state of the front room.&nbsp; He was entering unless stopped by someone.&nbsp; He could wait until later to be briefed by Hobbes or Li who were engaged with Amhurst. Right now, he wanted to see the scene first hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 21:37:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/fn2yDcN.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyler Maxon<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday, The fourth of May: Around 7:20Am<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Arriving 'late' to the scene<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Homicide Squad, Armhurst, Open<br><hr>While being close to the station had it's benefits, it also came with some glaring detriments. That being, he always seemed to have further to travel when something did pop up. It was more then a tad frustrating, Maxon attempted not to let it bother him as he drove to the location. He noticed the patrol car at first, then the state issued car that belonged to LT. Holliday. He'd recognize that old pistol's car anywhere. It was a good sign, meant that a senior detective was already on the scene. That meant he could focus on the crime rather than the leadership aspects. <br><br>Tyler preferred it that way. He rolled up all the same, parking out of traffic's way before he stepped from the vehicle. He brought his badge out then, hooking it in plain sight on his belt before he began to approach the lot of them. He noticed Detective's Li and Hobbes addressing one of their boys in blue, Sergeant Amhurst if he wasn't mistaken. He was a good cop if memory served, that made him feel more secure that procedure was followed and they wouldn't have too much contaminated already. He also noticed the lieutenant had only just arrived as well, as the old man was just now making his way inside. <br><br><strong>"Gentlemen."</strong> Tyler said at first as he joined the others, addressing them in kind before his eyes rested on Hobbes and winced a bit. <strong>"And ladies..."</strong> He'd rarely worked with women outside of the military, they were actually the preferred MP's due to their numbers in the auxiliary placement. That being said, Hobbes was taking some getting use to. <strong>"Glad to see you were the one to respond, Sergeant."</strong> He added for pleasantries sake before hearing anything the man had to say. Afterward he'd head inside, plan a divide and conquer on the search unless something more relevant was presented. <br><br>With the four of them all here, it'd be sheer incompetence if they missed anything. Or worse, whoever they were dealing with was a professional. Unlikely, he had to think, not here in UB. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 23:36:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://stmedia.startribune.com/images/1anoka1112.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr Irene "Goosey" Gander<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Her home -&gt; Cassidy Yates' home.<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday, 4th May: 6:45 - 7:15<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Preparing for a long day.<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cassidy.<br><hr><br>Dr Gander was in the shower when her cell phone rang. "Bugger!" she swore, and left it to ring.&nbsp; Ten minutes later she was pulling on her scrubs and picked up the message that had been left by the police dispatcher. "Oh... Okay". She muttered to herself, grabbed her car keys and headed for her car. She called Cassidy, the young forensics expert she sometimes worked closely with "Hey Cass, did you get the message? I'll swing by and pick you up in a bit. I'll stop by my office for the meat wagon, so if there's anything you need to pick up? Okay, I'll be there in a few, going to stop at Dunkin's Drive-thru on the way over, want me to get you anything? Okay cool. See you in a bit".<br><br>She drove to the coffee and doughnut shop that was her favourite place for breakfast. The queue at the drive-through wasn't too long and she placed her order, then drove over to Cassidy's place, pulled up outside and beeped the horn on her VW Rabbit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>11-06-2016, 20:53:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ec/74/53/ec7453ab61f832b816527202fa570493.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cassidy Locke<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Home -&gt; EM's car<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday May 4th - 06:45 - 07:15<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Her hair &amp; makeup<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dr Irene<br><hr><br><em>Running late! </em>Cassidy was rushing about, her hair wrapped up in fat curlers in just her underwear. Her bed strewn with clothes and looking as if she'd not slept in it at all for at least the last twenty-four hours. She had been up half the night reading in her armchair and fell asleep there.<br><br>She had heard the chatter on her scanner but had yet to get a call directly so she knew that while she was going to be late to her normal lab start time, she was still good about the <br><br><em>BUZZZZZ</em><br><br>And now she was going to be late getting to the crime scene. Sure enough, her cell was telling her to get her gear and get to 237 Pacific Way. Well, sadly that meant going to the lab first. Sure, she had a basic kit in her trunk but she wasn't showing up at a major crime scene with that. Even if it turned out to be another burglary; she needed her big kit from the lab. That was when the fates played their part and her cell buzzed again. <br><br>The accompanying sound were her ringer on, would be the honk of a goose, the ring personalised for the good doctor. Goosey, as she was affectionately called sometimes, was going to pick her up on the way. If Irene had been called then there was more than a burglary to investigate. <br><br>"Yeah, I'll have a large black, please. Thanks, Goose. See you in a bit." She said and hung up. Her planned outfit was scrapped for something that would allow her to move easily, and that look professional. Black skinny pants and a pair of classic 8-hole Doc's with a comfortable red gingham button up over a white tank top. Her hair she tied up ala Rosie the Riveter (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ehBuQwS_cFw/URKFOo6aBDI/AAAAAAAAKI4/OwmzKCGnuzk/s1600/Small+Pinterest+image.jpg) and was ready to go with full makeup and a funky pair of horned rims when the honk came.<br><br>"So yeah, I can pick up my big kit when we stop. Ooo thanks for the caffeine!" She said, bounding into the passenger seat a short minute later and picking up the togo cup. "Do we know much yet?" she asked excitedly. Cassidy loved her job, loved the mystery of the crime scene. She was good at her job too. Today would have been spent pouring over lab work for the surrounding/nearby smaller counties had it not been for this call. It will put her behind but a fresh case was worth it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>12-06-2016, 15:06:16</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://stmedia.startribune.com/images/1anoka1112.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr Irene "Goosey" Gander<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Cassidy Yates' home --&gt; Police Station --&gt; County Coroner's office --&gt; Police Station<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday, 4th May: 7:15 - 7:35<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Getting what's needed.<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cassidy.<br><hr><br>Irene smiled as the far too energetic young woman bounced into the passenger side of her car. "I can take you to the scene in the 'meat wagon' but you'll probably need to bum a ride back to the station with one of the cops, okay?" She giggled as Cassidy drained the coffee cup in practically one swallow. "Hey go easy on that stuff or you'll be able to fly home!" She shrugged. "Suspected homicide is all I know."<br><br>She drove easily through the breakfast time traffic. It was pre-rush-hour still, and the shift change at the local meat packing plants had already ended, so there weren't that many cars on the road. She pulled up outside the police station to let Cassidy out, then drove the block and a half further to the County Coroner's Office. Inside, she picked up her bag, that was already stuffed full of all the things she would need. She headed for the back door, stopped, slapped her forehead and went back for the box of blue crime-scene gloves that sat on her desk. Most of her work was dealing with old folk, road traffic accidents and the occasional fatal injury on building sites and the like.<br><br>She slid into the drivers seat of the big black Ford Excursion (https://c1.staticflickr.com/4/3563/3811530680_3de053bd09_b.jpg) SUV that the county generously paid for but insisted that if she used it for personal use she would have to pay for the gas herself... The thing was a guzzler, so she used her own car for getting to and from the office. The thing about the SUV was that it had room in the back for three gurneys. Not that she'd ever used all three at once. Two was the maximum to date. <br><br>She stowed her bag in the back and drove back to the station to pick up the young forensics girl. "Ready? Okay then, lets go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>12-06-2016, 16:20:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>GM POST</strong></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/49/28/e5/4928e5c2253396ea6ed8d29258386a15.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Patrol Sgt Hank Amhurst<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 4th May, 7:05 - 7:20<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Securing the crime scene and welcoming the H-Squad<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> UPD Homicide Squad. <br><hr><br>It wasn't long before things started popping. Amhurst went back to his car, careful not to touch anything, pulled a roll of police crime-scene tape out of the trunk and began stringing the stuff from drain pipes to lamp posts to fence posts... A second patrol car arrived and a couple of uniformed cops jumped out and trotted over. Amhurst sent one to interview the old lady from number 224 who had made the 911 call. He sent the other to disperse the curious folk who were popping out of their houses to take a look. <br><br>He took on part of that role himself. "If you would return to your homes please, there's nothing to see here. The detectives will be wanting to talk to you, I'm sure, so please make yourselves available..."<br><br>He was repeating that for the third time when he saw Li arrive. "Hey Andy, good to see you on this one." Hank knew the young detective well, had been as shocked as the rest of them by his partner's suicide. What would drive a man to take his own life like that? Andy had been hit the worst, and had become bitter and cynical. Well, if this case didn't snap the kid out of it, nothing would.<br><br>He was about to say more when a taxi pulled up, and of all people, Detective Hobbes hopped out paid the cabby and bustled up with a fake air of superiority ..... and a distinct air of something else. "No, the lieutenant isn't here yet, he's on the way, the M.E. is on the way, so is that kid from the crime lab. And I've told the neighbours to keep themselves available, just for you..." His tone made it completely clear that he was not happy about being spoken to in that way by one of the youngest detectives on the force, who in his opinion only got the job because of her family.<br><br>"I sent Burton across to interview Mrs Cassile, the lady who made the nine one one call."<br><br>He paused took a breath&nbsp; and saw another couple of cars pulling up<br><br>"Ah, Lieutenant, Sergeant. Scene's all yours, I'll be keeping the crowds at bay if you need me".<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>GM DESCRIPTION - 237 PACIFIC WAY</strong></span></div><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">OUTSIDE</span></strong><br><br>Pacific Way is a residential street built in the 1970s, with all the houses so deliberately made to look different from each other that they actually look the same. All the houses are single story with a pitched roof, all of them have a front lawn and a garage, but some are side ways, some have the pitch of the roof facing the other way, some have the garage offset from the house, a few are duplexed. <br><br>(http://www.blogto.com/upload/2011/09/201197-suburbs-near-martingrove-westway-1960s-s1464_fl0004_id0011.jpg)<br><br>Number 237 is no exception to the above, and is duplexed on the garage. There is a path that leads down the side between the property and number 239 that ends in two high solid wooden gates at 45° to the path (hence at 90° to each other).<br><br>There is a concrete driveway that has a few cracks and a couple of weeds growing it, as well as some oil spots that are fresh and a lot that are quite old, indicating a vehicle parked there regularly. However there is no vehicle on the driveway at present.<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">INSIDE</span></strong><br><br><span class="bbc_u">The front room</span><br><br>The front door opens directly onto the living room that is at the front of the house. The door shows no sign of forced entry. Inside, the room has clearly been ransacked. pictures and photographs that had stoon on the mantle or hung on the walls are strewn across the floor, some broken others not. An old fashioned CRT television set has had it's tube smashed by a glass paperweight being thrown through it. Bookshelves line the walls but the books have all been swept to the floor. Box files, too, have been rifled. One has had the papers thrown about, other simply opened and dropped on the floor.<br><br>The room is furnished with a cloth two-seater couch, a matching arm chair and a small coffee table. <br><br>A door leads off the front room to the kitchen, another to a short corridor that leads to the bedroom and bathroom.<br><br>The room smells of drying human blood, the smell strongest towards the kitchen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparky01</strong> on <strong>13-06-2016, 19:06:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/TimRoth.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Detective-Liutenant Michael Holiday<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; Monday, May 4th, around 7:30<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Digging into the scene <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Wearing a charcoal suit over a black sweater</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/Mobile%20Uploads/Tim-Roth-_9-1024x760_zpsa4vq5jl0.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; OPEN<br><hr>Holiday made his way into the front room of the house, careful where he stood and wary of touching anything.&nbsp; The open doorway made that much not too difficult.&nbsp; He clenched his jaw and nodded at what he was taking in.&nbsp; <em>Was it an angry fight?&nbsp; Looking for something? </em> he posed to himself in a mumbled statement that was at most beneath his breath.&nbsp; He stood and turned his gaze over all of it, the tv, the paperweight.&nbsp; <em>Anger, </em> he added to his mumbles.&nbsp; <br><br>The disposition of the front room could wait.&nbsp; He gave careful consideration to the door to the kitchen.&nbsp; As he glanced about, he drew a pair of rubber gloves from his breast pocket.&nbsp; If he needed to swing the door between the living room and kitchen, he didn't want to disturb any prints.&nbsp; He cautiously slipped from the front room, following the smell of iron that grew heavier as he drew nearer.&nbsp; <br><br>Once inside, he'd take stock of whatever and whomever was inside.&nbsp; A seasoned veteran around crime scenes, he knew how to avoid contaminating forensics and would be mindful and observant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 13:35:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ec/74/53/ec7453ab61f832b816527202fa570493.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cassidy Locke<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Police Station --&gt; 237 Pacific Way<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday, May 4th: 7:15 - 7:50<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Travelling and getting her kit, arriving<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dr. Irene, Amhurst, Maxon and open<br><hr><br>A homicide! It was exciting, though Cassidy felt bad that there was a loss of life, she would truly enjoy finding out who did it and play a part in bringing them to justice. "I can always catch a cab if I need to. Depends on so much." She finished her coffee a couple of minutes later and winked at Goosey for her comment. <br><br>They chatted off and on as the doctor drove through the small city to the police station where Cassidy hopped out. She hurried inside, knowing it wouldn't take the doc long to get the meat wagon and return. <br><br>The big kit wasn't a whole lot different than her small one but it had more of everything and a few extra things. For example, she now had the makings in case of shoe imprints she might need to cast outside of the house, that wasn't in her "everyday" bag. <br><br>A few minutes later she was stowing the case in the back next to Irene's bag and they were heading towards the crime scene. When they arrived, Cassidy was a little more nervous. It was like stage fright, a buzzing through her body that could only be described as such. "I'd offer to help, Goosey, but I know the D.L. is around here and he'll want me gathering evidence and taking pictures ASAP," she said as they got out of the vehicle and she reached through the back door to grab her case.<br><br>Cassidy saw, gathered already, other plain-clothed and uniformed police. She swallowed and clipped her I.D. to her shirt and started towards the tape line and the Sgt at the driveway (Amhurst). She didn't really pay any attention to the curious bystanders gathering and the other cops, she was trying to focus herself for seeing what could be a murder scene. Her first body on scene. Not her first dead body. She'd been in the morgue. The bodies didn't bother her but the state of this one might be gruesome and she couldn't predict how she'd react. <br><br>"Cassidy Locke, Forensics. Is Detective Holiday already inside?" she said to Amhurst, tapping her I.D. and giving Maxon a tentative smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 23:03:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://stmedia.startribune.com/images/1anoka1112.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr Irene "Goosey" Gander<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at 237 Pacific Way<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday, 4th May: 7:50<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Establishing her presence and moving inside<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cassidy, Mike Holliday, Open<br><hr><br>Pulling up along with all the other police vehicles, Irene grimaced. In spite of the uniform department's best efforts there was still a small crowd. Some had mobile phones out and were clearly filming, possibly even streaming live to the internet. It wouldn't be long before the press got wind of it. And that, Irene knew from working with the police a long time, would mean the UnSub would know they were after him.<br><br>And of course the County Coroner's official vehicle pulling up was a dead (pun intended) give-away that this was more than just a simple burglary!<br><br>Irene paused to admire the young woman's behind as she slid elegantly from the truck, then made her own exit. She didn't bother with ID. Everyone on the force knew her by sight and she simply lifted the police tape out of her way and strode past all the others and straight into the house, pulling on a pair of gloves as she did so.<br><br>"Ah, Mike, there you are", She called, spotting the lieutenant standing at the kitchen door. she walked over and looked past him. "Yuck! No matter how many I see, I never get used to it..." She shook her head. "Young miss Locke is here with me. Might I suggest that you go outside and organise your team looking for whatever might be found out there, while Cassidy and I deal with the immediate scene? I'm sure Cassidy has her camera with her and can record everything, and I'm sure you will want a estimate of time of death and possible cause?"<br><br>She smiled gently at the senior detective and casually took his elbow, steering him out of the kitchen. "I'll call you when I'm done".
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>17-06-2016, 00:16:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/fn2yDcN.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyler Maxon<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday, The fourth of May: Around 7:50AM<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Information Gathering, preliminary directions and Investigating.<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Homicide Squad, Armhurst, Cassidy Locke, Dr. Gander<br><hr><br>Detective Maxon gave the Sergeant a nod when he responded with his intent to keep the crowds at bay, having just came in on the end of the explanation. <strong>"Thank you, Sergeant. We'll take it from here."</strong> He responded before turning to the two junior detectives, his head tilting. <strong>"Relay the situation?"</strong> He asked. Once explained, he nodded and readied to make his way inside to the grisly scene. Before that could happen, another car pulled up. He assumed it was their M.E and Cassidy, which a quick glance back proved him correct. <br><br>Tyler gave the Doc a respectful nod, knowing not to get in her way. They'd be able to see the body later, after she did her thing. Cassidy's tentative grin and her question drew his attention not long after the thought, and he gave her a nod as well. <strong>"The D.L is inside, yes. He likes to grab a first look at the scene I think. Probably helps with whatever his process is."</strong> He answered on behalf of Amhurst, hoping to give the man a little breathing room from the barrage of questions. He could still remember how tiring those got.<br><br><strong>"Li, Hobbes; get inside and begin a sweep. Bag and tag carefully.... you know the drill."</strong> Tyler said, deciding he'd take the lead here until Holliday could get outside and manage the rest. It was honestly textbook S.O.P at the moment, unless the D.L had a spark of brilliance he didn't. <strong>"Miss Locke, I'm not sure what your usual duty is, but I'd suggest seeing detective Holliday for instructions. If he doesn't have a better job, we could always use another set of eyes gathering the evidence."</strong> He instructed. Mainly because he wasn't certain their M.E was gonna want anyone 'in the way', and the team was well trained on the gathering parts. <br><br>They had to be when they didn't have a separate, dedicated team for it. With the directions given, he made his way toward the door. He also made mental note of the nearby witnesses, especially the elder dame that called it in. They could wait for a bit, but he knew he'd need to send someone that way soon to ensure the correct questions were asked. The problem was, he didn't know which of their two juniors would be more suited to the task. That was the D.L's department...<br><br>Tyler's nose wrinkled from the pungent smell of blood emanating from the kitchen when he stepped inside. His eyes took in the scene from there, noticing the wreck of the living room. It looked like a crime of passion from a glance, but that didn't explain why the entirety was ransacked. Even a struggle wouldn't state for such. Were they looking for something, or just making it seem like a burglary gone wrong? It was only then he noticed the CRT television, a strange addition. <br><br>Tyler fished a pair of medical gloves from his jacket pocket then, slipping them on before he headed toward the television. He knew it was stupid, but so long overseas had him convinced that a television often lead to a camera nearby. So he knelt down, careful not to let his pants brush the floor, and began to look for any form of a receiver. Video would be shoddy at nighttime, no way an ID could be made, but if the man did have a system; it'd give them a good look into what might have happened. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>17-06-2016, 05:47:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lovehkfilm.com/reviews/bv9418/moving_targets_a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andy Li<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 4th May, 07:50ish<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Investigating.<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Homicide Squad<br><hr><br>The first thing Andy noticed upon examining the driveway was the fact that the driveway was empty.&nbsp; Leaving Hobbes to barrage Amhurst with a bunch of questions, he walked over, taking note of the fresh oil spots mixed in with the old.&nbsp; He briefly wondered to himself whether or not the owner of the house's vehicle was parked inside the garage at the moment.&nbsp; Being careful not to contaminate anything that may be inside the house, Andy would first attempt to locate the door that led into the garage, just to take a peek.&nbsp; If he had to step inside the house, he would pull his medical gloves on first and watch his step.&nbsp; Hopefully, he wouldn't need to step inside the kitchen just to check the garage.&nbsp; There was no way he was going anywhere near there before Forensics did.&nbsp; If there was no vehicle in the garage, he would make a quick call to the police station and ask, "Excuse me, but could you please check and see if the owner of the house, 237 Pacific Way still currently owns a vehicle and if so, where that vehicle is currently located?"<br><br>Once that was done with, the young Detective looked outside just in time to see a couple of cars pulled up.&nbsp; First, it was Detective Lieutenant Holiday, then it was Tyler Maxon.&nbsp; When asked, Li gave Maxon the run-down of what happened so far, including what he did after noticing the empty driveway.&nbsp; Hopefully, it would be a clue that they could use and (assuming it happened) that the information about the vehicle he requested from the station wouldn't just lead to a dead-end.<br><br>Andy took one look at all the papers strewn about all over the floor and couldn't help but sigh in disbelief.&nbsp; Going through all of this was going to be a nightmare.<br><br>"Well... clearly, whoever made this mess was looking for something," Andy said aloud as he pulled on a fresh pair of gloves.&nbsp; "I mean, I'd get if those books and those photographs got knocked down during a struggle, but I doubt the same could be said about those box files."<br><br>Following orders, Andy set to work on bagging and tagging everything that had been knocked down onto the floor.&nbsp; He paid careful attention to what the box files were about and what may or may not be missing from them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>18-06-2016, 16:13:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>GM POST</strong></div><br>The garage is locked and there is only the one entrance to it, which is the big white door on the front. The presence of spider webs and weeds might suggest that it hasn't been opened in a while.<br><br>The dispatcher on duty at the station snorts in disbelief. "What, you think I'm psychic? I'll request a search with the DMV, I'll let you know within a day or two..." <br><br><strong>The Front Room - Box Files</strong><br><br>The box file that had it's contents scattered had contained utility bills, specifically electricity and gas bills, going back about ten years. The other boxes, which still have their contents in them, are equally domestic. One holds telephone bills, for both land line and cell, another has bank statements, another credit card bills, still another holds receipts, all stapled together in batches by month. One box file contains the pink slip and vehicle licence renewal documentation, as well as the vehicle insurance policy and various correspondence, also repair, service and safety inspection bills and certificates. All this points to a well organised individual with an eye for detail and an almost obsessive desire to keep his life in order.<br><br>One box file is different from the others in that it contains what look like memorabilia. Newspaper clippings, letters, photographs.<br><br>The documents in the various boxes are almost all in the name of Matthew Stephens, although some earlier documents have the name Mrs Jennifer Stephens on them as well. The vehicle listed on the registration documents and insurance documents is a dark blue open backed Ford Pick-up with the licence number AS-VK315-92.<br><br><hr><br><strong>The Kitchen</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://cinefantastiqueonline.com/wp-content/uploads/1zgz61i-201x300.jpg)</div>In the kitchen is a grisly scene. The body of a man, wearing only purple boxer shorts and a black tee shirt, is lying face down in a pool of congealing blood. The kitchen is mostly clean and tidy. The victim's feet are towards the door leading to the front room and his head is towards the door leading out to the back yard. <br><br>The door to the back yard has multiple glass panes in it, the one nearest the door handle is missing apart from a few rather jagged looking shards clinging to the frame. On the floor just inside the door are pieces of broken glass. The door has a mortice deadlock on it, is unlocked, and the key is on the inside of the lock. The door is closed.<br><br>The large pool of blood has a smeared footprint in it, as though someone stepped in the blood and slipped.<br><br>The kitchen is reasonably well equipped with a gas hob and electric oven, a large fridge freezer, a microwave, an electric kettle and an electric toaster. A small waste basket is by the back door. Draws and cupboards line the walls at two levels, the lower level being topped by a melamine worktop. The kitchen is showing signs of wear and is probably in need of replacement, or at least repair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>18-06-2016, 16:18:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://thetalonohs.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/tim.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Richard Kowalski(NPC)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Potter's Beef Products meat packaging plant<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 13th October 2014, 07:55<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Phoning to try and locate a missing employee<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Kowalski glanced at the clock. This wasn't like Stevens at all. Matt was one of the most reliable guys on the shift, always early, always staying late. Except that one time two years ago, but that hadn't been his fault. Heck, the guy hardly ever even called in sick! And now he was almost an hour late. Another fifteen minutes and he'd have no choice but to wrote the guy up. Well maybe it wouldn't come to that. <br><br>The foreman went into his office and picked up the phone, checked the personnel files on his computer and dialled a number. The cell phone went straight to voice-mail. "Stevens, I don't know what's going on, but if you get this, call me. You need to get your ass in here or call in, or I'm gonna have to write you up. You know the rules man! Gonna try your land line."<br><br>He hung up and dialled another number.<br><br><hr><br><strong>237 Pacific Way</strong><br><br>The ringing of a phone cut through everything else in the house. After four rings the voice-mail recorder cut in. "Hi, This is Matt Stevens, I'm not home right now, so leave a message and I'll call you back as soon as I get in" <em>Beep</em><br><br>"Stevens, this is Kowalski. Where the hell are you man? You're almost an hour late for shift! This ain't like you. Get your ass in here or call me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparky01</strong> on <strong>19-06-2016, 07:55:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/TimRoth.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Detective-Liutenant Michael Holiday<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way - In Kitchen<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; Monday, May 4th, around 7:30<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Digging into the scene <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Wearing a charcoal suit over a black sweater</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/Mobile%20Uploads/Tim-Roth-_9-1024x760_zpsa4vq5jl0.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; OPEN - Speaks directly to Li<br><hr>Holiday tightened his jaw. He found himself making involuntary shake of his head that turned into a shaking of his head back and forth, like saying 'no'.&nbsp; It was the revulsion at the sight of the body making him want to turn away, but the professional self fighting at human instincts.&nbsp; The result was a shaking of the head that happened at the first sight of scenes like this.&nbsp; He shook it off after taking in the horror of a dead man laying there before him.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<em>"Hello there..."</em> he said to the man on the floor.&nbsp; He looked for a visible wound, an obvious cause of death, perhaps.&nbsp; Given the pool of blood and the footprint in it, he didn't want to disturb any evidence.&nbsp; He looked as closely as possible at the man without stepping in too close to contaminate the scene.&nbsp; As he scanned the man up and down, he felt himself imagining how he had gotten into a position head down towards the back door.&nbsp; He deduced that he had to have come from the interior of the house and perhaps had an altercation here.&nbsp; <br><br>Rather than move the body, he stood tall and still and surveyed the small room.&nbsp; He nodded and Hmmm'd and Mmmmm Hmmmm'd to himself as he tried to make a cinematic replay of events that may have happened not that long ago in this very space.<br><br>Notably, his cinematic replay started at the door to the rear.&nbsp; His mind's eye saw a non-descript individual making a sharp wrap onto the door's window pane.&nbsp; The glass fell in slow motion in his mind and bounced about and came to rest in the various places that they were in now before him.&nbsp; His mind formed two channel sets; a split screen of cinematic formulation.&nbsp; In one of the screens, the non-descript figure reached through the window, found the key inserted in a deadbolt lock, turned it and made entry.&nbsp; In the other screen, a filler.&nbsp; He needed a place for a man in a black tee and purple shorts to be whilst the window pane broke.&nbsp; He placed the man in bed, reasoning this was his version of sleepwear.&nbsp; From there he had a big gap to fill in, the state of the front room. <br><br>He imagined the intruder slipping into the front room.&nbsp; While his cinematic imagination was processing, he could hear Li sifting through things in the mess that was left behind.<br><strong>"Andy, who's our friend?"</strong> he asked out loud to the detective in the other room.&nbsp; He reasoned he had found many items by now that would bear the name of the resident of the home, and he had assumed that the man laying before him owned the place.&nbsp; He wanted a name for the man.&nbsp; It would be step one in making the body take on life in the story in his head.&nbsp; He needed a name to "feel" him, to start to get to know him. <br><br>The house phone rang.&nbsp; <strong>"Someone take that!"</strong> he said casually at the ringing phone as he focused keenly on the body, the door, the blood and the footprint. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>24-06-2016, 08:01:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lovehkfilm.com/reviews/bv9418/moving_targets_a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andy Li<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 4th May, 07:50ish<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Investigating.<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Homicide Squad<br><hr><br>Andy carefully sorted through the paperwork, taking note of anything that might be of interest.&nbsp; For instance, the name.&nbsp; "I'll wager a guess here and say that this house belongs to a Matthew Stephens.&nbsp; The only other name I can find on these things is Mrs Jennifer Stephens.&nbsp; Might be an ex-wife.&nbsp; Might be dead.&nbsp; One second... I should be able to find out..."<br><br>The detective turned his attention toward the collected memorabilia, particularly the newspaper clippings.&nbsp; Normally, one did not collect such things unless it had something to do with them, especially if their name was mentioned somewhere in the article.&nbsp; He also wrote down the license plate number of the dark blue open backed Ford Pick-up.&nbsp; AS-VK315-92.&nbsp; Most likely wasn't parked in the garage at the moment.&nbsp; He was going to have to go take a look later, just to make sure.<br><br>That was when the phone started ringing.&nbsp; The answering machine picked up and... yep, Matthew Stevens was the owner of the house alright.&nbsp; Andy glanced up from the box files, not too sure whether he should go and pick up.&nbsp; If it was a suspect on the other end, it wouldn't do to tip them off... wait... this whole thing was probably going to be all over the news, anyway.<br><br>Acting on Holiday's command, Detective Li went over to the phone and picked it up.&nbsp; "Hello?&nbsp; Who is this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-06-2016, 11:49:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://thetalonohs.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/tim.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Richard Kowalski(NPC)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Potter's Beef Products meat packaging plant<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 13th October 2014, 07:55<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Phoning to try and locate a missing employee<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andy Li<br><hr><br><em>Beep - Hello? who is this?</em><br><br>Kowalski was quite used to people picking up in the middle of the machine taking the message. A lot of folks screened their calls because of all the spam callers out there who insisted on calling but hardly ever left messages. What threw him was that he was expecting Matt Stevens to answer, but the voice that enquired who he was, was much younger and with a slight accent.<br><br>"I... Huh? This is Kowalski, who's that?"<br><br>He paused, waited while the man on the other end spoke. "Oh.... Right. I'm Richard Kowalski, Matt's boss. He didn't show up today. He's not in any kind of trouble is he?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 20:25:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ec/74/53/ec7453ab61f832b816527202fa570493.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cassidy Locke<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday, 4th May: 7:50<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Heading in and starting to photograph things<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN. Speaks to Maxon but leaves him.<br><hr><br>"I'm here to photograph the scene and collect evidence," Cassidy replied to Maxon before she turned and followed Dr Irene under the tape. "I'll find Holiday when I get in there," she added over her shoulder.<br><br>Upon entering the house, Cassidy saw the usual trappings of a burglary, the mess. She knew there was much more to be found further into the house, though and continued on as Li answered the phone.<br><br>As she passed to the kitchen door, Cassidy pulled out the camera from her pack and prepared herself. The bodies she'd seen usually had their eyes closed and were not dressed or bloody. This was certainly different. It didn't frighten her at all, it disgusted her a bit, the loss of life, and she shook her head slightly before positioning herself to take pictures from various angles.<br><br>Cassidy captured the body, the footprint, the blood pool all from a few angles so as to better analyse the scene back at the lab. She moved around carefully and captured the broken glass and open space where it was, the lock and key. She was very careful to touch nothing thus far. There was plenty to fingerprint, she noted and moved further back from the immediate scene to put her kit on the countertop after checking to make sure it was not touching anything relative to the crime.<br><br>With her kit open, Cassidy donned gloves and turned back to the scene more prepared to get involved if the M.E. needed her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparky01</strong> on <strong>29-06-2016, 02:59:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/TimRoth.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Detective-Liutenant Michael Holiday<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way - In Kitchen - to Living Room, then to Master Bedroom<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; Monday, May 4th, around 7:30<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Getting out of Cassidy's way - speaking to Li&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Wearing a charcoal suit over a black sweater</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/Mobile%20Uploads/Tim-Roth-_9-1024x760_zpsa4vq5jl0.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Li and makes reference to Locke, Maxon, Gander and Hobbes<br><hr><em>"Mr. Stevens,"</em> he said to the deceased, getting acquainted as thought detective Li made the obligatory introduction by proper name.&nbsp; Holiday observed what he could of the man, speaking slowly, as if Matthew Stevens could hear him and help him in what he wanted to know.&nbsp; <em>"Who would ... want to ... do something like ... "</em> he said absently, the pauses coming as he squatted for a better angle at the man's face, his wounds, what was in his hands, anything.&nbsp; His conversation, however, had been interrupted by the sheer energy of one Cassidy Locke's entrance.&nbsp; He heard her speaking outside on her way in.&nbsp; He was anxious for her to begin her work, so that they could begin in earnest on exactly what had happened here.&nbsp; He didn't dare move the man without her or Gander.<br><br>He slipped out just before she slipped in, turning his attention to Li to let Locke do her thing.&nbsp; They'd be circling back shortly.&nbsp; In the meantime, the phone call was of immediate interest.&nbsp; He did his very best to remain quiet and listen to the conversation, giving Li a half smile in the awkward silences.&nbsp; He closed his eyes and when back into cinematic mode, recreating a version of the events of a day in which Mr. Matthew Stevens did not end up on the floor of his own kitchen in the state he was in.&nbsp; A day where a man might be already to work.&nbsp; He picked up enough from the call to glean that it was, indeed, an employer.&nbsp; <br><br>He let Li handle the call.&nbsp; Going to work implied going in a vehicle, unless he got picked up every day.&nbsp; If he got picked up every day, the ride share partner would be on scene.&nbsp; There was a vehicle to find, a wallet perhaps.&nbsp; Things a man might put together on his way to work on one ordinary Monday.&nbsp; He glanced about, recalling that Mr. Stevens wore but purple boxers.&nbsp; He would not have had his wallet on him.&nbsp; He stepped back towards the bedroom and poked about the usual places one might place a wallet.&nbsp; Nightstand, dresser drawers.&nbsp; Observing the state of the room in general.&nbsp; <br><br>He listened on Li's side of the conversation and was pleased for Hobbes and Maxon having gotten to the scene so quickly.&nbsp; It would be time to divide and trace leads as soon as possible.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>02-07-2016, 07:20:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lovehkfilm.com/reviews/bv9418/moving_targets_a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andy Li<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 4th May, 07:50ish<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Investigating.<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Homicide Squad, Kowalski<br><hr><br>"This is Detective Li with the UPD," Andy replied, seeing no reason to hide his identity.&nbsp; He already answered the phone and he intended to go down to Stevens' workplace to ask around about him.&nbsp; He very much doubted that this Kowalski was the killer, considering he just called this place.&nbsp; Then again... that could be part of the ruse.&nbsp; Well... whatever.&nbsp; If this Kowalski guy was the killer, then the fact that someone just answered the freakin' landline was already a dead giveaway that the body had been discovered... or at least about to be discovered.&nbsp; He pulled out his notepad and said, "I'm going to need to ask you a few questions.&nbsp; Do not inform anyone else for the moment, understand?&nbsp; Now... you said that you're Matt's boss, correct?&nbsp; Where is that?&nbsp; Also, when and where was the last time you saw him?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparky01</strong> on <strong>06-07-2016, 21:12:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/TimRoth.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Detective-Liutenant Michael Holiday<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way - Bedroom, to living Room, mostly. (Prepares to exit house to examine garage and to find Hobbes)<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; Monday, May 4th, around 7:50<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Finding a wallet, checking in on Maxon and Hobbes, listening to Li - making amends for posting error.&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Wearing a charcoal suit over a black sweater</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/Mobile%20Uploads/Tim-Roth-_9-1024x760_zpsa4vq5jl0.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Li, Maxon, Hobbes, Gander and Locke <br><hr>When Gander had asked him to step outside the kitchen, it had taken some considerable time for the comment to register.&nbsp; Holiday rarely became lost in his own thoughts that he would appear oblivious to the outside world.&nbsp; His extra time spent ignoring Gander was unlike the seasoned detective.&nbsp; In the matter of several minutes, he realized Locke and Gander had to have the kitchen to themselves and yielded the scene, finally.<br><br>Maxon had been working the scene thus far, Li handling the call.&nbsp; As he was reorienting himself from his wandering thoughts, he at least&nbsp; set his mind to looking around for a wallet.&nbsp; One quick step into the master bedroom, he found what he was looking for on the bed. <br><br>The bedroom was in a similar state of upheaval.&nbsp; On the bed was an empty wallet.&nbsp; The contents were strewn about.&nbsp; He left the scene as it was, but shifted through the cards with careful touches of his pen to not disturb any fingerprints.&nbsp; He spoke his findings out loud to Maxon who was in earshot.&nbsp; <strong>"Wallet, its been gone through, ID is here, loyalty cards...no cash, no credit cards,"</strong> he said.&nbsp; <br><br>He stepped quickly into the livingroom to consult with Maxon and to find Hobbes.&nbsp; <strong>"Can you tell where he banks from that," </strong> he posed to Maxon and Li, intereupting as they worked.&nbsp; The implication would&nbsp; be implied:&nbsp; <em>Someone run a tracer</em><br><br><strong>"I am going to the garage, if this guy is late for work, how was he going to get there,?"</strong> he asked Maxon as he worked.&nbsp; He gave Maxon an apologetic look if he needed to say something and hadn't had a chance to as he got ready to go outside to check on the car and on Hobbes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>07-07-2016, 16:17:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://67.media.tumblr.com/2d739396ae59b5679bff7fbebfc3616d/tumblr_o7bp7bBdOT1tmmtpjo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melissa Jane Hobbes<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside 237 Pacific Way, heading to 239<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 4th May, 7:30 onwards<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong>Cursory inspection of the path between the houses.<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br><hr><br>"And I've told the neighbours to keep themselves available, just for you..."<br><br>Mel didn't know what it was about Sgt Amhurst but he'd always been a dick, they'd never worked closely together but even when she'd been uniform Hank always seemed to single her out for 'special' treatment. Any crime scene Amhurst was in charge of Mel always got the interesting jobs, like taping off the street as far away from the scene as possible or being chosen to go dumpster diving. Sure, some of the crap came with the job and there was always a little extra crap for rookies but for whatever reason Amhurst always had MJ at the top of his shit list. Now she'd left her uniform behind Mel thought that perhaps she'd leave some of that BS behind but it seemed like Amhurst still had a stick up his ass.<br><br>If Mel's morning had gone a little differently she might have taken the chance to put Hank in his place, this was a homicide, she was a homicide detective and the jumped up little uni should know where he was in the pecking order. But after last night Mel wasn't in the right headspace to start a pissing match. Instead Mel took the Sergeant's lead and headed over towards the neighbours at 239, it didn't appear as if anyone else had examined the path between the two houses and Mel took a brief look down the enclosed path to see if anything was obviously out of place. That was one of the many lessons MJ's father had drilled into her 'Criminals are stupid. They always leave something behind.' maybe this criminal was dumb enough to leave his calling card behind? Stranger things had happened. Mel approached the front door of 239, knocked and announced herself.<br>"Hello, it's the UPD."
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-07-2016, 12:51:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://thetalonohs.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/tim.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Richard Kowalski(NPC)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Potter's Beef Products meat packaging plant<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 13th October 2014, 07:58<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Phoning to try and locate a missing employee<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andy Li<br><hr><br>"Inform.... Uh? Sorry, is Matt in some kind of trouble? Yeah, I'm his shift supervisor at Potter's". Everyone knew Potters, the biggest employer in town, and in fact the town's <em>raison d'etre</em>. Old man Potter had once joked that they should have named the town after him. Potterton... Potter's distributed meat products (mostly beef but they did get the occasional flock of sheep and they did have the "unkosher" line as well) to all the major wholesalers and retailers across the country, fresh meat usually by truck within the state, frozen going by rail to places Kowalski had never even heard of - some even going overseas.<br><br>"Last time I saw Stevens was yesterday at two PM as he was heading off shift. He seemed cheerful enough, he was looking forward to the Beefies game this weekend, chatting about it to some of the others. He was supposed to be here an hour ago, his shift started at six, either that or call in sick within half an hour... And he ain't hardly ever called in sick. Guy has the constitution of an ox!"<br><br>Kowalski was seriously puzzled. The cop was being cagey, refusing to answerthe question about whether Stevens was in trouble, but demanding to know all sorts of stuff. He tried again. "Look, if Stevens is in some kind of trouble, the Union has a free legal service to members. I can have a lawyer at the police station within the hour..." There, that should work. If they'd arrested Matt Stevens and were holding him without charge, the threat of a lawyer should jar something loose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-07-2016, 13:29:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://stmedia.startribune.com/images/1anoka1112.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr Irene "Goosey" Gander<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way, Kitchen<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday, 4th May: 7:55 onwards<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Initial examination of the deceased.<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cassidy, Mike<br><hr><br>As soon as the lieutenant was out of the way, Irene began her examination. "Serious loss of blood, judging by the size of the puddle. Already drying at the edges and coagulating in the middle. Hmm... Well that means he was dead a while. Most of the blood loss seems to be from the head or upper torso..." She waited for Cassidy to photograph the body as it lay, then squatted down and carefully took hold of the head and lifted it. "Oh... well I'd hazard a guess at cause of death being sharp force trauma to the throat." <br><br>The motion revealed a gaping wound in the front of the victim's neck. Lifting one of the victim's arms, she noted that <em>rigor mortis</em> was beginning to set in. She fished in her bag for the temperature probe, pulled the victim's shorts down and carefully inserted the probe, being careful not to get any of the discharged matter on herself. Washing the body would happen back at the office. "Okay, I have an ETD for you, Mike? Somewhere between one and two AM. I can give you more once we've got the body on the slab!"<br><br>She shrugged and winked at Cassidy. "Doing okay sweetie?" She wiped the probe on a sterile wipe and put it away, popped the wipe into a baggie for contaminated disposal.<br><br>"Okay, let me know when you're done, I'll go get a body bag..." Irene headed back out to her truck and pulled one of the gurneys out, grabbed a black plastic zip-up body bag from the rack and dumped it on the gurney, then casually wheeled the thing to the door, only to meet Holliday on his way out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-07-2016, 13:52:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://l1.yimg.com/bt/api/res/1.2/gT_jzugu0C.2.Yj8K9qPJw--/YXBwaWQ9eW5ld3NfbGVnbztmaT1maWxsO2g9Mzc3O3B4b2ZmPTUwO3B5b2ZmPTA7cT03NTt3PTY3MA--/http://media.zenfs.com/en-US/homerun/money_403/0ad401542c2aba53cd6d5089c482744c)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Graham and Amanda Pugh (NPCs)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 239 Pacific Way<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 13th October 2014, 07:50 or shortly after<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Wondering what the cops are doing next door, while getting ready for their day.<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> MJ Hobbes<br><hr><br>The day had started normally enough, with Graham's alarm going off at six. The arrival of a police car outside as he and Amanda were getting dressed attracted only a small amount of curiosity. The sudden arrival some time later of a whole load of cops and the coroner's wagon made them both a lot more curious. But curiosity took second place to breakfast and the necessity to get their three year old daughter to the nursery before heading off to earn a living. <br><br>The solid rap at the door just as Amanda was clearing away breakfast and Graham was hunting for his car keys made them both exchange a look.<br><br>Graham moved to answer the door, opened it and took in the sight of the woman standing there flashing her badge at him. "Uh, hi..." He tried hard to push all the stupid questions aside... <em>What's going on? Has something happened next door? Are you really a cop?</em> The only question left was, "Uh, how can I help, Detective?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparky01</strong> on <strong>08-07-2016, 19:17:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/TimRoth.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Detective-Liutenant Michael Holiday<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way - Outside, in front of house.<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; Monday, May 4th, around 7:50<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Looking at garage, looking at front door, meeting Dr. Gander outside <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Wearing a charcoal suit over a black sweater</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/Mobile%20Uploads/Tim-Roth-_9-1024x760_zpsa4vq5jl0.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Gander.&nbsp; Mentions Maxon, Locke and Hobbes <br><hr>Holiday stepped outside after suggesting to Maxon to call in a credit card tracer with whatever account information he could find.&nbsp; The process was simple, every detective knew how to call them in.&nbsp; If one of the missing cards was being used, the analysts would report back a tracer and log the location and transaction of each use.<br><br>He walked up to the closed garage door.&nbsp; A tug on the handle, turning it left and right yielded little movement.&nbsp; <em>Locked. </em>&nbsp; So many houses had garage door openers installed that served to secure the door.&nbsp; He 'hmmmmed' about the older style door lock that took a key to open.&nbsp; He looked over the weeds, the spider webs and made his conclusion that the door was not opened recently.&nbsp; <br><br>Hearing Hobbes make her inquiry, he was satisfied to turn his attention back towards the kitchen and waited just outside the front door.&nbsp; As he did, he again played out a cinematic replay of what might have happened.&nbsp; His eyes traced the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp; He continued with a more careful inspection of the doorway, threshold and jamb.&nbsp; &nbsp;The front door was ajar upon arrival, he looked over the presumed exit way carefully as he heard Dr. Gander getting ready to remove their victim.&nbsp; <br><br>He met up with the Doctor and regarded her with an affirming nod.&nbsp; His eyes met hers with an open, expecting exptession, hungry for information.&nbsp; <strong>"Late night...neck trauma..."</strong> he started, repeating what he had overheard.&nbsp; <strong>"Anything else,?"</strong> he pressed.&nbsp; His expression was grim and serious as he hoped to hear more details from the ME.&nbsp; He knew well that this would be preliminary,&nbsp; but he could use any substantive clues he could get right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-07-2016, 20:18:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://stmedia.startribune.com/images/1anoka1112.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr Irene "Goosey" Gander<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way, Kitchen<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday, 4th May: 7:55 onwards<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Waiting to remove the body, giving the Lt as much info as she has right now. <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mike<br><hr><br>As tempting as it was, Irene resisted the urge to lie down on the gurney. For one thing it showed a lack or respect for the deceased. instead she leaned casually against the pillar of brick between the garage door and the front door and watched as the lieutenant made a futile attempt to open the garage. <br><br>His attention turned back to her and she shrugged. "Well there's not a lot else to tell. Sharp force trauma to the throat. It looks at first glance like a sharp object, possibly some sort of knife, was pushed into the vic's neck. That was definitely a fatal wound. I'll be able to tell you more once I carry out the autopsy. Without moving the body I can't give you much more, for example I can't tell you whether the vic was stabbed once or multiple times. The size of the wound I observed was consistent with either a large sharp object being thrust in, or a small blade being drawn from side to side across the throat. When I have Mr Stevens on my table, I will be able to tell you which, and also whether he bled out, asphyxiated, or died more quickly."<br><br>Another shrug. "An apparent lack of defensive wounds on the hands might suggest that either the vic knew his assailant or he was taken by surprise, but I only said <em>apparent</em> lack. It could be that there are minor defensive wounds I have not had the chance to find yet. Of course young miss Locke may well have had a closer look by now..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>11-07-2016, 07:23:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lovehkfilm.com/reviews/bv9418/moving_targets_a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andy Li<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 4th May, 08:00ish<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Investigating.<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Homicide Squad, Kowalski<br><hr><br>"Mm-hmm... I see..." Andy nodded his head along, even though Kowalski couldn't see him doing so.&nbsp; The young detective made some notes about Stevens' movements.&nbsp; Shift ended at 2pm.&nbsp; He was supposed to be at work around 6am.&nbsp; The most intriguing thing so far, however, was the whole Beefies game thing.&nbsp; Was Stevens planning on watching the game with some friends?&nbsp; Did he meet up with anyone else after his shift was over?&nbsp; A time range of 2pm to 6am was still too wide of a range.&nbsp; Forensics could probably shorten that time range to an hour or something.&nbsp; No... keeping in mind the victim's movements up until the murder was still important.<br><br>He glanced at the phone for a second.&nbsp; He was going to need a little more information and the best way to get that was in person.&nbsp; "You can hold off on calling a lawyer for now.&nbsp; I don't think Stevens will be needing one any time soon."<br><br>There was still a chance that the perpetrator was someone who worked at Potters, though... so the union-provided lawyer may still come up again.<br><br>"Listen, I'd like to continue this discussion in-person and in more detail.&nbsp; May I come down to your office so we can talk, face-to-face?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparky01</strong> on <strong>12-07-2016, 14:31:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/TimRoth.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Detective-Liutenant Michael Holiday<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way - Outside, in front of house and moves to kitchen.<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; Monday, May 4th, around 7:59 and onward <br><br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Speaking with Dr. Gander outside, recording thoughts, observing for clues.&nbsp; Speaks to Li<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Wearing a charcoal suit over a black sweater</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/Mobile%20Uploads/Tim-Roth-_9-1024x760_zpsa4vq5jl0.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Gander, Locke and Li<br><hr>He nodded to what Dr. Gander revealed and knew this was preliminary, but what she said had its value.&nbsp; <strong>"Maybe they argued, if he didn't defend himself, or he didn't have time,"</strong> he wondered aloud.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you, Doctor,"</strong> he concluded politely and let her to her work.<br><br>Outside the front door, he positioned his body as of he was being attacked by an imaginary knife wielding assailant.&nbsp; To no particular audience, he played out two mini charades; the first with victim and assailant face to face, the second with the victim in a sort of a headlock, knife to throat.&nbsp; <strong>"Where is it..."</strong> he said in a character voice in his own self assumed dialogue, casting the words to his knife wielder.&nbsp; The shambled state of the home his impetus to think the assailant any was after something...and in an agitated state when looking for it.<br><br>He reached for his cell phone out of the inner pocket of his jacket.&nbsp; He tapped an icon on the front.&nbsp; His recording note pad popped up.&nbsp; He tapped NEW ENTRY, then RECORD, and began speaking.<br><br><em>237 Pacific Way, 8:00 am, Monday, May 4.&nbsp; Home of Matthew Stevens.&nbsp; Victim expired in the middle of the night, one or two am.&nbsp; Loss of blood, blunt force trauma about the neck.&nbsp; No visible defense wounds as of this recording.&nbsp; &nbsp;Victim is in his kitchen.&nbsp; He lives alone...apparently.&nbsp; &nbsp;He is facing the back door.&nbsp; Door closed and..."</em> he walked into the kitchen as he spoke.<br><br>Once inside the kitchen, he speaks more slowly as he takes careful examination of all that he can see.&nbsp; Looking to Cassidy, he will make observation of anything she points out, but states to the recorder his few thoughts first while politely trying to stay out of her way.<br><br>Spoken to the recorder again, <em>The back door is closed.&nbsp; Wooden entry door with glass panes.&nbsp; Of interest is the broken pane of glass, deadbolt with key on inside.&nbsp; Door is... </em> he tried the knob while holding his glove material to it.&nbsp; <em>...unlocked.&nbsp; Glass shards on the inside.&nbsp; Intruder possibly entering...through this door and exiting out of the front door which was reportedly left open. Footprint on the floor, in the blood is smeared... </em> he lowered himself to look closely at the footprint and a close look around the scene of the altercation in general.&nbsp; His recorder was ready to put his thoughts or clues Cassidy might point out.<br><br>In a pause, he added a few other facts and to-do's.&nbsp; <em>Vic's wallet is accounted for, no cash, no credit or debit cards within.&nbsp; Vehicle is unaccounted for.&nbsp; He is apparently late for work.&nbsp; Run a database find and social media sweep... </em> he said as he placed his hand over his face and rubbed idly at his jaw as he looked about carefully. <br><br>He stepped out to find Li wrapping up his phone call.&nbsp; <strong>"Late for work?"</strong> he asked to confirm what he believed he heard from one side of a conversation.&nbsp; <strong>"Good idea to see the boss, coworkers, get his stuff,"</strong> he said, more to say it than to direct; Li knew how to do his job.&nbsp; <strong>"Can you call in his car, I don't think it is here,"</strong> he asked/ordered as the detective had found the details on it.&nbsp; His eyes swept the state of the room as he spoke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HOMICIDE IC - The Streets Of Ubiquitous</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>17-07-2016, 21:02:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ec/74/53/ec7453ab61f832b816527202fa570493.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cassidy Locke<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> 237 Pacific Way<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday, 4th May: 7:50 and on<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Heading in and starting to photograph things<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <br><hr><br>Having watched as Dr. Gander checked body temperature and photographed the body as she shifted him a little for a preliminary exam, Cassidy felt a bit disgusted. She nodded, though and gave Goosey a smile as the good Doctor asked if she was 'okay' "Yeah, all good, Doctor." She replied and winked in return before Goosey headed out.<br><br>Cassidy took a good few more shots of the body and blood pool before moving on to take images from further back to encompass the entire scene and from different points. She began to photograph the broken window in the door, the lock, the glass on the floor. There was very little of the kitchen she could have missed based on the angles and distances she took in. The scene as a whole could be viewed by the detectives once the body was cleared and the clean up crew had been in. Holiday especially would want to examine things again, at his leisure back at the station, she assumed. <br><br>"All done with the pics, Goosey." Cassidy called to the Doctor who was supposed to be coming back.<br><br>As she waited, Cass began to gather bits of evidence. Swabs from the blood pool and from around the wound are carefully stowed in glass vials before she takes some of the broken glass for examination as well. It is then that she retrieves her fingerprint powder and begins to dust around the doorknob, door frame and the key itself once Holiday has moved away a bit again from his trying the door.<br>
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