[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]	So it was a demon then - and Jenna hoped that he wasn't being metaphorical about his words. If he was, then there was still a chance that Declan was somehow made to kill the Mayor. Yet she wanted this explanation to be true - that Mayor Ryder had messed with forces he could not control and that those same forces had killed him. Anything beyond that would implicate her friend. And while she was willing to consider Declan as a suspect, that didn't mean she didn't trust him. She wanted to believe that Declan couldn't have done this, but detective work wasn't about trust and belief - it was about facts and logic. Even if it meant she lost her friends along the way. 

	Jenna quickly shot a reply back to Kosara, telling her that she'd be at town center, before she glanced back up at the private investigator. She could hardly blame him for his questions - they were the right ones to ask. [color=0099ff]"Like I said, I intern for the police. They asked me to come back here and make sure all of the evidence had been bagged and tagged - making sure nothing was left behind,"[/color] she lied. She didn't want to stay in this conversation any longer than she had to. She figured worst case scenario was she played the [i]parents didn't tell me I was adopted[/i] card. It tended to work. 

	[color=0099ff]"If you're looking for leads on Riley, there's nothing here,"[/color] Jenna then added. [color=0099ff]"The police department here is a bit incompetent but...There's nothing left. No clues. No evidence."[/color] She let her voice crack towards the end. [color=0099ff]"She's...She's just gone. She's dead, isn't she?"[/color]