[b][center]Down town Los Angeles
July 25th
8:00am[/center][/b]

Cain Johnson stepped out of the shower, dried off and got dressed in a short sleeve button up and some blue jeans. His TV was turned to the news as it played a recap of the school shooting from a few days ago. He absent mindedly listened as he got ready and went over the notes he tookfrom a call he got the other day. After finding nothing in the small fridge he sighed and shut the door. Picking up his wallet he left his motel room and stepped out into the warm morning air.

Cain locked up his room, got into his truck and started driving out of the city. He had to stop and grab something to eat first before he went to his client. Paying in cash at a fast food place Cain ate on the way thinking about his case as he drove.

[b][center]Residencial Los Angeles
9:00am[/b][/center]

Cain was driving on the interstate in his truck on his way to his client of the recent shooting turned suicide. The sun was bright in the sky and the thermometer in Cain's truck already read 78°F. "It's going to be a hot one." He said to himself. The details of the case were odd in that the victim never shot anyone only antagonized a single person, and soon after took his own life. Cain couldn't grasp why he did it. Did the kid loose his nerve, or was a prank gone wrong? This, however, was not his case, Cain was hired by the victim's father, Leonard Harvey, to look into something he believes may be connected to the reason his son pulled the trigger that day. Cain took his exit off the interstate and entered a residential area outside of LA.

As he drove by the many houses it took Cain very little time to find the address given, and he pulled up to the curb and parked. Cain opened the the armrest deviding the driver and passenger seat revealing a compartment where he stored his badge and gun. Grabing his badge he closed and locked the compartment then exited his truck. He looked around before stepping onto the sidewalk and making his way to the house. 'I wonder hiw this one is going to turn out?' He thought as he drew closer to the house. Once at the door he Cain rang the doorbell and waited for the Harvey's to answer.

"Cain Johnson, PI, my deepest condolences."