[b]POLICE[/b]

An officer pulls up by a Starbucks before walking in and asking staff about an apparent brawl. Eventually he is directed to one of the clerks before asking, "So, what exactly happened here today?"

The officers outside of the brothel peeked in through the door for a moment, announcing that they would be back later to conduct an official investigation. The other officers outside have set up police tape and a detour around the street. All of the officers eventually leave.

Approximately half an hour later, four patrol cars and a black sedan pull up outside. Men in suits step out of the sedan casually and begin to examine the scene. Officers stand around the scene redirecting cars and pedestrians, occasionally talking to the men in suits. A bit later a man on a bike shows up, talks to the men in suits and looks at the scene for a bit before approaching the brothel's door.

[b]NATURE[/b]

It is beginning to darken. Clouds are forming in the sky.

[b]JOSEPH[/b]

Roughly jolted by a ringtone all too familiar, Joseph sat for a few seconds before reaching for his phone.

"Yeah?"

"So, you said you got mugged? That's why you couldn't come in for the Hibbs' investigation?"

"Yes? Why?"

"There was a shooting earlier. Security footage shows that you were there. Anything to say?"

"I'll be down as soon as possible."

"Good answer."

There was a crackling sound as Joseph's boss hung up. Briefly flexing his body and stretching his back, Joseph stood up with slight difficulty. Realizing his stupidity, he headed to his bathroom and bandaged his body before putting his suit and coat back on. Biking down to the shooting scene there was only one thought in his mind. [i]I'm a grown man... Why the hell don't I have a car? I have a license, it's just...[/i] He continued to think on the matter as he approached the toppled car. Pulling up, he parked his bicycle on the sidewalk before approaching an investigator. After giving them some information and hearing a lot of what he already knew, he decided to enter the bordello, hoping for some sort of helpful information. Knocking on the door, the first thing that he said to the answerer was, "Joseph Marquis, police investigator, I have a few questions. First off, you do know that prostitution is illegal, right? Second, I'm obligated to ask all of you for information about the shooting though something tells me that you will all be horribly useless. Third, and most importantly," he said, looking at the bare spot on the floor in front of him, "where the hell is my briefcase?"