[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Far from the old, miserly type that didn't respond well to changes in technology, Caesar had a firm grasp on modern tech. Particularly as it pertained to his chosen occupation, he was quite savvy. That being said, the old man attacked his footage from the previous night with the utmost of concentration and technical literacy. The scrutiny was intense. Hell, the old man limited himself to only four drinks throughout the workday, so solid was his desire for a clear, contemplative metric of his video. 

	Caesar paced. He sharpened his knives. Twirled his machetes. Got in a workout or two. He did many things that were not directly related to watching the video. Yet, always in his mind were the images. Maybe there was a detail he missed. Of course, he lacked perspective. In order to find a connection, he first had to have strong general knowledge about the people around the area, with which to compare to his experiences securing the crime scene and holding the line. Unfortunately, he wasn't exactly the social butterfly. He would need to show his findings to someone else. 

	Immediately, his thoughts drifted toward his daughter. She was younger, more outgoing. As was Lorna. And they both had been in town for a half year longer then himself. But... there was still lingering animosity due to his attempt at Taco based humor. Despite this, Caesar had given an order for them to check the video upload to the company server, and he was certain that it would be carried out. He did mention that it was not an extreme rush. Best to give them space for now. 

	On the other hand, he still needed perspective. Now, who else could he turn to that might have that necessary perspective, coupled with a willingness to actually see something solid done? Maybe the friendly lab tech from the previous night. He had passed a business card off to her, but that was no guarantee that he would hear back. He didn't even catch the girl's name. Whelp, this wasn't anything that a good, old fashioned bit of cyber stalking couldn't fix. 

	Caesar returned to his laptop and minimized his earlier work. He opened a secure browser and began to dig. It was easy enough to locate the Justice Medical Examiner's website. Government employees were, by law, openly listed. Unfortunately, their pictures were not. So, he narrowed down the list to female names, and plugged them into a broad search, one at a time. The search was narrowed to account for her physical characteristics and apparent age, education, location, etc. Over a short time, a picture emerged from the mass of others. That was her. 

	Cecily Ashworth. 

	He quickly thumbed in the number to the Justice Medical Examiner's Office. It rang a few times before an automated voice asked him to press 1 para Español. He kept to English. Eventually, he was transferred three different times until he got a message stating that he had reached Forensic Technician Cecily Ashworth's voicemail. Ok, he could work with this. 

	[color=orangered]"Miss Ashworth, this is Caesar. Por favor come and meet with me when you receive this. Need your help with something. You know where I'll be."[/color]