[center][img] https://i.imgur.com/NrUOyvk.png [/img][/center][hr][color=cadetblue]“Oh. I see….”[/color]

She really didn’t see, but by the way these people talked and the confidence that backed up her words, Jane was hard-pressed to deny them. Everyone spoke so much more seriously than her, with an air of dour melancholy that spoke levels of their experience. Even Cathal, light as he was, still held the tinge of age in his voice, no stranger to dark dealings by his own admittance. It made the girl suddenly feel small among all these other detectives, inconsequential.

Abigail and Montag himself both gave their pieces, pointing out the grim realities that painted this town in shadow and blood. If these cases were so simple to solve, then obviously the police would have done something about it a long time ago. The fact they didn’t, or couldn’t, no, [i]wouldn’t[/i] was all the indication they needed specialized people. Jane internally critiqued herself for not figuring that out, common sense in this line of work. Even so, tracking down a murderer was not appealing and her energy lowered, not adding much to the discussion.

She didn’t need to. Intruding on the musings of this Timothy Jones and Abigail’s latest speech was a new voice. Jane nearly jumped out her skin when a new man barged through the door; the looks of his clothing indicated a local dock worker. What he said made Jane pale over briefly more so than anything else prior. A murder just took place? Her heart raced an inch quicker at that prospect. Now there was no time to debate or even prepare in their investigative work. Fear gripped her chest and yet….

[color=cadetblue]“We should start our investigation now, right? If the murder was recent then that means the killer should still be around? Nearby?”[/color] What was she saying? Every sense in her head screamed at her to shut up and keep quiet, panic inducing her tone; she hoped no one noticed. Still, the idea of preventing another tragedy was much too great and she was already heading out the door, trying to get past Kasper.

[color=cadetblue]“Maybe split up? There’s a lot of us so we can cover more ground that way?”[/color] she asked the others, knowing full well she had little right to order them around.
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