Finishing her drink Cypher crushes the can and drops off the edge of the building snatching at the power conduit. She has to soak up the impact when she lands but actually enjoys the tingling in the soles of her feet.

She looks around herself as if she were bored an seeking something to do eventually heading up the street to window shop a trendy bondage shop. Using the reflective surface of the stores window she checks behind herself to assure that she's draw no unusual stalkers. 

Satisfied Cypher heads off for the train wanting to visit several locations where crimes have occurred so she might read those places for clues and solutions.

Her first stop is the location of a fatal shooting that happened several days ago which has had no progress in the case.
It was a Thursday about 7:00 to 8:30 pm when a volunteer handing out food to the homeless was shot for unexplained reasons

He was loved by those who called this place home and it was evidenced by the memorial offerings which littered the sidewalk where his body was found. Cypher felt a bit remorseful when she knelt before the ragtag mound of funereal offerings as if she were a mourner.

She laid her hand on the sidewalk and drifted backwards through time till she found that tragic thursday night.

[I]"It was a dark an dismal night as the homeless walked the streets like ghosts which many refused to see. Standing there handing out paper bags from two boxes on a shaky little table. For nearly an hour everything seemed normal as the kind middle aged man did his charity work with a gentle smile.
This beatific scene was suddenly shattered by the sound of squealing tires an racing engines. People scattered for cover but the charity man simply stood an watched as two cars raced up the street. He only sought cover when the pursuing car began firing at the fleeing car.
He was half way down as he tried to flatten himself against the sidewalk when three bullets struck him in the neck, center of the back and left kidney. He screamed in pain as he struck the concrete.
Cypher froze the scene when the pursuing car was passing. By and she could see it's plate.
ZLA 447 read the plate and there were four men inside that cypher committed to memory so that she could draw them later[/I]

She broke her trance catching her breath a bit and noticed that two homeless people squated close to her with curious expressions.

"You okay girly, you seemed really out of it for a little there." Said the large of the two

"We thought you was reacting to something or in a trance like Lady Erskine the psychic when she does an aura reading" said the other.

[B]"I'm fine guys I guess I let my grief get the better of me"[/B] she says lying and hating herself that she must.

"It's all cool girly we was jus worried is all" says the big guy as he an his friend stand.

"You be careful, some folks ain't as nice as me an Bobo" says the small man then the two walk away.

Cypher giggles as she watches the two characters fade into the distance
She s happy that she has a number but knows that the number could be a false lead so she begins a back trace to see where the cars may have come from but has to halt for rest and food about 8 miles away.