"My name is Harriet Meadows, here's my card...and I remember one more thing, a scrap of red fabric, flying through the air," she would reply, giving one of her business cards to the man, before letting Charles contemplate the crime for a bit. Jones would also take a straight look down the street as he looked at the markets, worn and decrepit, with half of them being foreclosed and unable to pay the rent. Before he would go there, he took a look around the park, collecting the bomb shards and carefully depositing them into a bag, passing that same bag to Ramirez for analysis while he snapped several pictures of Shaun's footprints as he fled the scene of the crime, seeing that half of his prints weren't from a simple shoe. He would search for this magical scrap, but to no avail, it looks like it had already fled the scene of the crime or Harriet had mistaken it for something else. "Come on, partner, we've got to check out that market before the SWAT team gets to it," Jones would call out, before dusting himself down and walking down the same sidewalk where they had chased Shaun Crosby down several minutes ago.

[b]Current Objective:[/b] Search the Eastfield Market for any leads on Shaun's bomb-crafting!