[center][h1][color=68979B]Jeremy Bennet[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=68979B][b]Location:[/b][/color] Noelle Morgan's Home[/center][hr]

Jeremy paused his search for a moment as he heard the TV downstairs come on. He heard the news, it wasn't the clearest but the house was quiet enough that it came up to him. He scoffed, it seemed even the mediocre reporters in Justice were dramatic pricks with no real respect for the dead. Although, despite the almost mocking tone of the newscaster, the story itself was interesting enough. So, Peyton Glencross and Danica Graves were half sisters, that explained things a bit better. Gave her a reason to look into Peyton's death, and perhaps to stick her nose in a little too far - far enough to get herself killed.

And it was the exact same thing Jeremy was sticking his nose in. Well, he'd been shot at, blown up, beaten up and chased by some pretty bad folks over the years, he figured these guys weren't going to be any worse. Or maybe, he just wanted them to come after him.

Kneeling down, he scratched at his chin as he spotted the picture on the floor, picking it up with his free hand as he looked over it. He recognized them both in an instant, he didn't think either Peyton or Danica would be a face he'd forget after the events the two had been through - and how closely Jeremy had been following them. Flipping over the photo for good measure, and simply to be thorough, he tucked it into his pocket, standing to look into the folder it'd come out of.

He stared at the paper for a good long while, he figured this folder hadn't been one of Noelle's, rather, he assumed it had belonged to her father. Unfortunately, Robert was always royally shit at marking or making clear any of his notes. While that was a good thing, if the wrong people got their hands on his things, it was always a giant pain in the ass for him. He racked his brain for a while, trying to make sense of the cubes, searching through his thoughts for anything that could have related. Eventually, he sighed, picking up the paper and folding it up. Grabbing his journal, he tucked it in between some of the pages, before continuing his search of the room, he didn't expect much - but he wanted to make sure he didn't miss anything.
 
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[center][h1][color=686F91]Lucas Walsh[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=686F91]Location:[/color][/b] Heading to the U.N.[/center][hr]

Smiling as he watched her approach him, he felt her arms wrap around his waist and shifted to set a hand on the small of her back, enjoying the proximity for a moment before she grabbed his keys and tossed them up, leaving his grasp as he chuckled, catching the keys in his left hand. Moving to the door, he followed her out and closed it behind them, taking a moment to lock up before he turned to continue following her down and outside. 

As they got outside, he peered toward the crime scene, finally able to get a decent look of it now that the police had mostly cleared away. His curiosity was finally sated, at least somewhat as he looked over the tape, the chalk marking on the pavement, and the stained blood around the concrete. It would've been a gruesome scene, but Lucas had always been the type to fancy a murder mystery, never one to shy away from the gruesome, he'd probably just seen one too many movies as a kid.

His thoughts returned to the present as he heard Risa's phone ring, glancing over to her as he moved over to his car with her, unlocking it as it became aware to him who was on the phone. [b][color=686F91]"Kerro äiti sanoin hei."[/color][/b] He commented in her native tongue, more out of habit from hearing her speak it than anything. Lucas had made a hell of an effort to learn the difficult language when they first got together - and although he wasn't perfect, he knew more than enough to get by. Yawning as he clicked his seat belt on and turned on the engine, he pulled away form the curb and began to drive down the street, getting caught up in the morning traffic before long. [b][color=686F91]"We can stop there after we go to the U.N, with this traffic it'll probably be time for lunch by then."[/color][/b] He chuckled softly, settling in as the traffic moved at a slow but steady pace.