[b][color=9e0039][h1][center]Calvin Lovegrove[/center][/h1][/color][/b]
[color=9e0039][h2][center]The Apartment of Danielle Raymonde[/center][/h2][/color]

[i]“I’ve already questioned the girl she spoke of, Emerald. I don’t see the value in doing so again. I’d hate to bring any undue attention to her that might catch the killer’s interest. What do you suggest we do next?...I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to call it a day, pick it up where we left off tomorrow.” [/i]

Calvin took a long drag from his cigarette and a grimace washed over his face as he stared at the bustling street in front of Danielle Raymonde's apartment. 

"Then meet with her somewhere. Discreetly. Short of opening a can of worms with the lovely lady we just tangled with, we don't have many options. This case might run cold if we can't get anything out of this 'Emerald'." The man spoke in half-truth; he truly had not a clue where to continue with his inquiry until another murder came knocking. Cal hated to consider this fact, but the more bodies that piled up, the larger of sample size the detectives would be able to study. Only then could they truly be able to distinguish patterns in the almost immaculate performance the florist had put on thus far.

"I'll tell you now, Ash...It might take a few more murders for us to truly begin to see patterns, and by then, this shindig might get passed down to homicide. Their imaginations are weak. Whoever it is won't be caught."

Cal dropped his cigarette onto the concrete and smothered it to death with his wing-tipped shoe. "Part of me hopes he never kills another soul and this case goes cold. I don't particularly desire to be laying on the coroner's table." He chuckled. "Anyway, see what you can find. Press or use some serious charm if you've gotta. But if you don't want this case to come up cold--and it really looks like it's headed that way--you've got to come up with something."

At that, Cal turned and peered back up at the building. "While you're at the Carousel, I'm going to tail Miss Raymonde. I have a feeling that this has little to do with her, but whoever she runs to with this information is likely connected to all of this." He reached for a dollar bill from his pocket and neatly placed it in Ashley's jacket pocket. "Cab-fare. I'll see you back at the precinct."