[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=00a99d]Scott Rydzynski[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/293bebeaa3fd1551baba10b2edbd113c/tumblr_okhufmr6lU1qdhps7o3_r1_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00a99d]Location:[/color][/b] His Apartment - Seattle, Washington 
[b][color=00a99d]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Olivia[/center][hr][hr]	Scott looked at his phone, sighing as he turned on the television and looked at the news report. He glanced at the report, frowning a bit. It reminded him of the death he had witnessed in Philadelphia. Either then this was a network of perps or someone with a frequent flyer account that was just racking up miles. Frowning, he crossed his arms, ignoring Olivia as he continued to ponder it. Damn it. He didn't want to make this his problem, but it seemed the universe had other ideas for him.  

	[color=00a99d]"What the hell kind of question is that?"[/color] Scott asked her, finally turning to look at her again. He then sighed, thinking about Janelle for a moment. [color=00a99d]"Look, it ain't just adults in this...There's this sweet kid that's tied to all of it, and while I couldn't give a rat's ass about you, I don't want her death on my conscience. So spill. What do you know?"[/color]