[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_me5vu0nVkh1qijnxzo4_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: The Park[/center][hr][hr]After being notified that Marc had left a notification, Tuesday saw the text come in from her sister. She moved her thumb to respond to it, only to be distracted as her search results finished loading. Almost everyone in town seemed to come up, and Tuesday grimaced slightly, trying to think of a way to narrow things down. Mr. Black likely wouldn't talk to an ex-con, and she figured her parents gossiped about her enough that the town knew. That ruled him out. Adelaide was in a similar boat--she and druggies didn't tend to get along. The two of them had lost touch after school. Jasmine...Jasmine could prove awkward. She had assisted Tuesday with legal services when she was sent to prison, and she didn't feel up to facing her at the moment. 

[color=ff6600]"Which of you fuckers is it?"[/color] Tuesday whispered to herself, biting her lip. She wracked her head for anything she recalled of Cynthia, only to realize that beyond Ada, Chris probably was covering all of these events with his camera. Perhaps he'd have some more information about it, things he wasn't willing talking to with the cops. 

Opening a new tab, Tuesday typed in and entered a new search query. [i][color=ff6600]Chris Maloney Grimm Indiana Contact Information[/color][/i]. She couldn't recall if she was facebook friends with the guy, but she figured he would have a website or something. If he had gotten anywhere close to being a great director, there had to be [i]someway[/i] out there for her to get a hold of him, and see if he'd be willing to chat about the string of murders. 

Her eyes flickered back to the unread message from Riley and the voicemail notification from Marc, before resolving firmly that they could wait. It'd hardly kill them.