[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#0099ff]Jenna Westbrook[/color][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/30db219daafbfbacffb17cad117ae925/tumblr_mp1kk3uQwT1qgapqso1_500.gif[/img][hr][color=0099ff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Town Center[/center][hr][hr]	Jenna took a deep breath, not even glancing up at the investigator as he announced himself. Of course, it was a reasonable thing for him to do. Had she been working this case (which in a way, she was), she would have asked the girl throwing a bitch fit at the crime scene. It was proper investigative practices. [color=#0099ff]"Typical adolescent team drama,"[/color] Jenna said. She pulled herself to her feet and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her jacket. She didn't particularly care if she looked presentable, but she hated having wet eyes. They somehow felt itchy. 

	She could make out Finley in the background but she honestly didn't want her help at the moment. She could go pound salt for all Jenna cared. [color=#0099ff]"I intern for the police - I was just on my way out. Are you supposed to be here without an escort? It is a crime scene..."[/color] Respond and deflect. Her father would have been proud. She took a quick glance around, just to check and see if the ghostly Mayor Ryder had any other useful tidbits for her. The sooner she got away from all the assholes of Red Lake and to the relatively secluded lifestyle of Kosara and Abe, the better.