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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Boston Heights
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Mali sneered at the phone, as if that would somehow transmit from through the screen to the landlord. Fucking hell, she just thought he should know when somebody breaks into his apartment complex. Next time she wouldn't tell him about this kind of shit. Still he did give two names of people that could possibly help. If she remembered correctly, Cecily was the forensic lady who acted first once Danica's body crashed the party, and Cooper was a cop and an asshole with a motorcycle. Maybe the partner of the old detective considering how other officers reacted to him. She ruled out Cecily because a few B&Es was not something she was equipped to deal with. Joseph on the other hand was probably a much better choice to go to, but he was also an asshole with a motorcycle. Then again, at least he didn't appear to be a gun-crazed psychopath like The Cortez Family.

So that brought her mental list of people to consult to a grand total of 4 people (in order of preference from Greatest to least: Joseph, Alicia, Lorna, Caesar). Whatever the case, she wouldn't be able to talk to any of them until after they got off work. She resolved to keep an eye out for one of them. Yawning, she made her way back up to her apartment to continue unpacking. If something did end up being taken, she would figure out eventually, and sitting around stressing about this wouldn't change the fact that she was still living in a maze of boxes rather than an apartment. Once she got back in, she opened up the blinds, letting in all kinds of light and heat from the outside, but also offered a nice view of the streets.

Oddly enough, she forgot that she left her laptop on, and it was still playing music. At this rate it would lose the rest of its charge in like half an hour. When she bent over to pick up the charger cord from the ground, the Relic business card dropped out of her pocket. Like fate was trying to get her to call the damn number already. She had decided not to call it previously, but it had been popping up constantly all day. If one more fucked up thing ended up happening today she would call, but for now, she shove the thing right back in her pocket. Out of sight, out of mind, right?