[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=82ca9d]Alicia Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@Charnobylisk]
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	Alicia looked over towards Tank, her fingers wrapping around a bottle of hot sauce on the counter and was about to chuck the damn thing at him for his comment about Lorna when the shit hit the proverbial fan. Screams echoed in from outside and there was the sound of a crash. Had some fucker decided to jump the blockade with his car she had to wonder to herself. Hand came from the hot sauce as she headed for the door, her hand reaching under the side table and pulling her gun before she follow Tank over the couch and out the door. Climbing the short flight of stairs from her under street apartment front door and to the street she stopped in her tracks as she held her gun low. 

	Her head tilted to the side a bit as she saw Danica laying there like a broken rag doll. She didn't know the woman well but had spoken to her a few times in person, enough to know she did articles on travel for the local paper. They had ended up running together a few times; happening to walk out the door at the same time in the morning and figuring it was better to run in silence next to someone they at least knew a bit than be hit on by the various guys they would [i]run[/i] across. Taking her pistol she slapped the safety on and tucked it under the back of her shirt before walking over towards Lorna and Lawson.

	[color=82ca9d]"What the fuck just happened?"[/color] she asked the two. wondering if they had seen anything that wasn't pretty evident before them. Letting out a short breath she looked back over to the body and furrowed her brows. The bullet wound at her temple and the bruises. Had she gotten then on her run? She had seen Danica come home banged up several times before, girl had a knack for taking chances. Maybe she finally took one too many?


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i]Detective Roy Gregory[/i][/b][/h1][img]http://www.geeksofdoom.com/GoD/img/2012/07/2012-07-15-karl_urban.jpg[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Block Party
[b]Interacting with:[/b] [@Pundii] [@Morose][/center][hr][hr]

	Roy ducked his head down a bit when he heard the crash before it whipped around and he saw the body of Danica splayed out on the crushed table. The man took a deep breath and rolled his eyes a bit. "God fucking damn it, it's supposed to be my night off! But no, just has to be raining bodies doesn't it?" he grumbled as he put his beer down and looked as Jeremy headed towards the building across the street. Stepping over towards Cecily he knelt down and took a look at the body for a quick moment as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a set of latex gloves; holding them out for her. He kept some with him at all times, habit from being on the job for so long.

	"If that guy is doing what I think he is doing I gotta go stop dipfuck from touching anything on the roof. Secure the scene until the coroner arrives," he said as he stood back up after she took the gloves. Walking over to the door that the archeologist has kicked in he narrowed his eyes. Already destroying evidence it seemed. Roy walked in and looked up. "I'm a detective, not a mountain climber," he said from behind his clenched teeth. This night was just getting better and better. 

	And so the climb began and he did not have near the luck that Danica had had, well she didn't have luck but you know, and things went much rougher for him than they had Jeremy. By the time he actually made it up to the roof he was covered in dust, splinters, and had some cuts on his knuckles from what could be seen. What couldn't was the bruised set of ribs from landing on a scaffolding railing when he lost his grip. Taking a few heaved breaths he looked over to the man that had rushed off and up there. "Touch one thing and your body is going to land right on top of hers," he warned as he pulled out another set of gloves and started looking around. 

	What had gone on up there? There were signs of a struggle, not much but there was more than one set of footprints in the grim and muck of the roof top. Blood was splattered in light drops here and there. He stopped as he knelt down and picked up the butt of a cigarette in his gloved hands, placing it close to his nose as he inhaled. It hadn't been out long. Folding it up in a spare glove he kept looking around. 

	"Tell me if you see the shell casing," he said as he pulled out a flash light from his pocket and shown it about. Where the hell was that casing?

[h1][center][hr][hr][i]Downtown/Boston Heights[/i][/center][/h1][hr][hr]

	Cecily had put the call in to Station 54 about the dead girl on the sidewalk at the the Block Party for Boston Heights. It wasn't exactly the type of call they were expecting that evening but then again in Justice anything could and would happen at anytime. Over at the scene the press was now scrambling to get passed the blockade and over to the body. They didn't care that there were people afraid there, that they were pushing over tables of food and nearly trampling on some, that they could be destroying evidence. They wanted to be the first one to air live the image of Danica Graves fave on the now breaking news that was broadcasting across the city. 

	"[url=http://i.makeagif.com/media/12-11-2015/5Yz5A6.gif]Amy Adams[/url] for Channel 6 News. We are here at Boston Heights were tragedy has struck yet again. Not six months ago a young woman took her life during the small communities block party. This is the first one to be held sine that night and now another apparent suicide has occurred. Is the food here really that bad? No details yet of who this young woman is or why she has done this but will will keep you posted and informed as the stories breaks. Live from the scene, I am Amy Adams for Channel 6 News." Her camera man zoomed in on the face of Danica and froze as the news cast broke live across the city. 

	Downtown [url=http://2paragraphs.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/wallace_shawn_cbs-620x373.jpg]Christopher Wallace[/url], the county coroner had been notified by the local precinct of what had gone down and he was getting his team together to head over. In his pocket his phone rang and he quickly took the call without looking at who the caller was. "Kind of busy here," he said as he pinched the phone between his cheek and his shoulder to hold it in place. That was until a voice piped in from the other side of the line and he stopped what he was doing. "No, I understand. Don't worry, I have it under control," he said in response into the phone before he hung up and quickened his pace.