Bruno had watched with a sort of puzzled, but nonetheless vaguely amused, expression as Maz let loose his [i]Power of Love.[/i] Not that it was to Bruno to judge another stand by its appearances, given his manifested itself through a prosthetic - but even among the stand community, a pink dragon composed of newspapers was an oddity. 
He watched it absently for a few moments, before the true nature of the crime re-seized him. Then he took another long drag of his cigarette, before dropping the last third of it onto the rain-slick sidewalk, and grinding it into harmless shredded paper and tobacco beneath his heel. 
He exhaled another cloud of grey and white, as J.D. made his preferences clear. It was torn asunder by the rain.
[i]"I say we just give it a look."[/i]

"Somethin' tells me the police aren't gonna be so fond of that idea, pal," Bruno replied, as he cast another glance about their party. 
That was when he first spotted [i]Life on Mars.[/i] He offered Florence only a subtle nod in recognition of this - and she said her piece. 
The party seemed to be weighed in favour of making an entrance physically, but Bruno was still painfully aware of the presence of police officers - they'd need to go in through the back, and that meant not being prepared for what might have been waiting to leave unnoticed, too.
When he was younger, brasher, he might have disregarded the police altogether. But he'd had two arms, back then.
He cast a glance down to his left hand, and the invisible works of wood beneath the leather of his glove. He could have extended the range, if only he had access to enough [i]rubber.[/i] Were there any hose pipes around?

[i]"Oi."[/i] Another voices - Bruce's. [i]"It's just a shot in the dark, but I could try to use my stand to scout the area. There's no telling what's gonna happen, but it's better than being clueless. In fact, I'm ready to try if you wanna, boss. What do you say? Want me to try and give us some info?"[/i]
Bruno glanced up from his hand, and stared at Bruce through the rain for a few seconds. Then he smiled - grinned, really- because he reckoned he could get used to being called 'boss'. Maybe he'd form his own gang of good-hearted renegades, one day.
"My thinkin' exactly. If you can get your stand into the house, be my guest - and whilst you're at it, Maz can watch for coppers whilst I open the back."
A plan in motion - Bruno felt the metaphorical sun rays break the very real, very unrelenting cloud canopy. He stepped away from the group, and made his way around back.

[i]If[/i] and [i]when[/i] Bruce got his stand onto the property, however, he'd sense something far more oppressive than the brewing storm over Pleasant Valley. In here, the vestigium of the presumed Killer Stand was thicker, stronger. Not powerful enough that the stand could still be manifested there, but certainly so potent that it suggested it was inside more recently than out. If it [i]had[/i] left, it hadn't gone out through the door.
The house reeked of its presence, and even more-so than that, the echo of an agonising death. A silent scream that only Stand Users seemed privy to.
Outback (dadum tish) Bruno had leaned his umbrella at an angle across his shoulders, and his left arm had gone totally, absolutely slack - a dead weight.
But subtly, the translucent, spectral hand which haunted his own could be seen reaching into the mechanism. However, it lacked a great, lock picking precision, so instead of disarming the tumblers, it just outright destroyed them internally, without any signs of [i]external[/i] damage. At least it wouldn't draw immediate attention.
The door clicked, and movement returned to Bruno's arm around the same time his ghostly third limb faded.
He made his way back around to the side of the house, coolly.

"Door's open. What're you seeing, Bruce?"