Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5726563-20131012204124/@comment-25151516-20131013191758

"A woman apparently died in this alley," James opened his car and pulled out a basic forensics kit. "I need to examine her body before something goes wrong. Mister Asterion, kindly ensure I am not bothered by anyone and if someone from the force happens to stumble across this, tell him 'The Detective is working.' He'll probably help set up tape or whatever."

James started to use his eyes and mind for the first time in too long. Four days.

''Fine clothes: someone wealthy, probably a business woman. Purplish face means asphyxiation. Holding the left of her chest suggests heart attack... Hello! Wine stain on her blouse, champagne. Where could she have had champagne at this hour and in a busines suit?''

"Mister Asterion," he turned to Bruce. "Where would a businesswoman go for a drink of champagne at this time of night. Other than perhaps Brew and Bunk. Blenheim's has good libations, but who would wear a business suit and be enjoying champagne? Probably a business dinner or meeting..."

He snapped his fingers, pulled out his phone, and sent a text to those same two points on his map.

"I need the both of whoever is leaving Beacon. I can compensate in Police issued requisitions. Definitely dangerous."