Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150518191206/@comment-26130256-20150528195101

Azulius took advantage of Oliver's distraction to follow him just enough to overhear the conversation with the statement-taking detective. Something he had heard today didn't seem right, and after checking his hunch on his Scroll, Azzie's suspicions only grew deeper. Once Oliver returned to the group, he voiced his suspicions.

"Does this timetable make any sense to you, Mr. Browning?" be asked, drawing a sketch in his notepad to drive the point home. "I heard the coroner say that the time of death was about 2 in the afternoon, give or take.  According to the City website, this neighborhood gets trash pickup around 4, but the doorman says he saw them ride up during his lunch, barely after 1.  Why are the trash men so ahead of schedule?  There haven't been any reports of any trucks or uniforms being stolen recently, have there?

And while I'm ranting, do we know anyone who knew the victim, like the folks at the birthday party? See if he has any powerful enemies, big debts, angry exes, that kind of thing?"  Realizing that Estelle was still nearby, Azulius turned to her, a concerned look on his face in case she was distraught about what had happened.  "What about you, dollface? You said Grei was a family friend, didn't ya?"