[b][color=9e0039][h1][center]Calvin Lovegrove[/center][/h1][/color][/b]
[color=9e0039][h2][center]The Apartment of Danielle Raymonde[/center][/h2][/color]
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Cal beckoned for Ashley to follow as he hasted through the courtyard, his eyes laser-focused on the path ahead of him. In the past year Cal had made this exact walk dozens of times, but now he could only hope that a smidgeon of Dani’s incredible talent had rubbed off on him… He had to look like he’d never seen this place before. The detectives found themselves in a beautiful, lavish lobby filled with sculptures and mirrors. A very faint pink hue resided in the décor and lighting of the room. It always gave Cal a degree of comfort; this lobby was the decontamination room between the grime and decay of his world and the high-life that towered above. He stared at Ashley for a moment. Cal was kidding himself; he knew very well that by bringing Ashley Gallagher here, he was smuggling a grenade into this world.

A hallway of elevators awaited the detectives in the back. Calvin took a determined step forward. He knew which to take. Second from the right. It wasn’t long, however, before the detective froze and re-assessed. He had briefly stepped out-of-character. Right, then. He sauntered over to the front desk and leaned against the edge. “NYPD. We’re looking for Danielle Raymonde.”

“Hey! I know you, you’re---” The burly, bald, bowtie-fastened man at the desk aborted his sentence. The look in Cal’s eyes seared through this man’s well-meant intentions and immediately subdued him. “Oh….uh…Sorry. Thought you were someone else. Please excuse me.” A painfully insincere chuckle parted from the man’s lips and he pointed toward the hallway. “You’ll want to take the second from the right. Apartment 752.”

“Thank you,” said Cal with a completely calm, monotonous tone of voice. The pair departed for Danielle’s apartment.

The hallway was masked in a nearly uncomfortable number of stripes, which lined both the walls and the floors horizontally in a myriad of different colors. This place was regal, yet uneasy. Upon arriving to 752, Cal gently knocked on the door. “I’ll take point, Ash. I’ve met many ‘Danielles’ in my life.”

After a moment, the door slowly opened, and a face emerged from the opening. She was as beautiful as Lovegrove had made her out to be; her long, perfect strands of strawberry blonde hair curled around a face that was far too fair to be wrapped up in this hurricane of a case. “C-can I help you?”

“NYPD. Detectives Lovegrove and Gallagher. May we please come in?”

“What is this regarding?”

“It is regarding two murdered women in the Carousel Club.”

A horrified grimace erupted across Danielle’s face, erasing the angelic grace and replacing it with shock. “…murders? I…I was just there!” She now looked extremely distraught. “S-sure. Come in.” She fully opened the door and beckoned the two detectives inside before shutting it behind them.

Calvin and Ashley helped themselves to a seat on Danielle’s couch, while she departed to the kitchen. She returned with a bottle of scotch and a glass for each of the detectives. She poured a generous amount of spirits before sitting down and overtly redirecting her attention to Detective Gallagher. Cal cursed under his breath. He could tell that Danielle had already grown wary of his acting performance and had probably decided to ensure he had no opportunity to fail her under pressure.

“I am so sorry to hear of this…if there’s anything I can do…please.”