[@scrawls] [color=0054a6][b][h1] [center] Lorenzo Cifaretto [/center][/h1][/b][/color] The bookstore owner was dealing with a rather annoying kid. Answering the boy as best he could, he was trying to have a hard time trying to remember what happened nine years ago. “Well, all I remember of your mother is that she was looking around the occult section of the store when she was here. She bought a book about tarot cards and astrology.” The owner looked quite annoyed by the punkish kid questioning him. Lorenzo meanwhile kept asking questions to the bookstore owner, wanting to find out why his mother was here before her death. Conversing with the bookstore owner he found very little information on his mother’s murder. “[color=0054a6][b]Why was she looking for books on the occult? Was she acting specious?[/b][/color]” The rather tall teenager was towering over the stout owner. A fact that made the owner start sweating a little. “No, she wasn’t acting strange or anything. All she asked me was where the occult sections were. Although I did notice someone following your mother in the store, and walked followed your mother when she left the store.” This caught Lorenzo’s attention which made him lean forward on the counter. “[color=0054a6][b]What did this guy look like? What were they wearing?[/b][/color]” All of his questions were answered by the owner shaking his head. “I don’t remember kid, All I remember of this person was them wearing a pin with an arrow through a mask. It looked quite strange, they must’ve been a part of some weird group or something.” Lorenzo thought for a moment about what the symbol could mean. “[color=0054a6][b]What did this pin look like?[/b][/color]” The owner then doodled what the pin looked like on a piece of paper, before handing it to Lorenzo. “[color=0054a6][b]Thanks, where’s your section for occult books?[/b][/color]” He asked as the owner pointed to the corner of the store. Lorenzo walked away leaving the owner and West alone. “Just so ya know this ain’t a library, this is a bookstore. Ya gotta buy something.” The owner yelled out while shaking his head. The owner took a deep breath before facing West. “Eh, I could be better, been questioned by the cops and wannabe P.I.’s.” The man pointed towards Lorenzo with his head. ‘The self-help books are over by the new age section. Just be careful of the loonies.” He pointed towards the corner of the room where Lorenzo was. Lorenzo meanwhile ignored the owner and was looking through some books of anything including that particular mask and arrow design. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [@j8cob] There were many officers, civilians, and off-duty police officers in the station. Most of them were conducting their business, or being processed for committing a crime. Most of them not noticing Alison infiltrating the station. Inside the cold morgue, the two officers preparing the autopsy were talking about the baseball game last night. “A shame the Yankees lost by ten points.” One of the forensics guys said while walking over toward the slab. “Yeah it does, but I got a good feeling they're gonna win the world series this year.” The other forensic officer spoke joining the first one at the slab. “Poor girl, what kinda fucked up person would do this to a person?” The first forensic officer sounded quite saddened by having to work on another Cobbler victim. The second forensic officer nodded in agreement. “I don’t know, but the sooner we caught this fucker the better. Let me grab the tape recorder.” The second officer walked over to the table near the door, before walking back to the slab. “Today’s date is April tenth twenty twenty-three. The time is five twenty in the evening.” The second officer started the process of the autopsy. “The victim looks to be eighteen years old, African American with hazel eyes and dark hair.” The second officer was jotting down everything the first officer said. The first officer noted that half of the victim’s body seemed to be cut in a curve but the wound was not made by any sharp objects. The woman’s feet were removed as well, although the fact she was missing half her body seemed to be the cause of death. “Looks like the time of death was three days before being found by law enforcement.” The first office jotted down what the second just said in a frantic scribble. Just then a tall Asian man came into the room. “[color=004b80][b]Hello, how are you doing with the autopsy? What did you find?[/b][/color]” The man’s voice was very deep and looked to be in his early forties. Wearing a black turtleneck with matching black slacks, and brown leather shoes. “Well detective, the killer somehow disabled the victim’s movement before killing her. The cause of death seemed to be massive blood loss. The killer must’ve removed her feet before dealing the final blow.” The first officer watched as the Asian man walked over to the tiny tv, which was sitting on a table in the corner of the room. Placing his hand on the tv set, and breathing deeply. Alison could see long purple veins coming out of his hands towards the tv. The television turns on and flashes images of people talking to make up a sentence. To the other officers, it just looked like the Asian man was flipping through channels very quickly. Alison and the others could hear the words “Help….Me….Alleyway….Bar…clay….Street….Milk….Cheese…Cream…S….T…A…N…D.” And then the tv shut off with the Asian man turned towards the others. “[b][color=004b80]Did they find the body in Barclay Street near West Street?[/color][/b]” Both men nodded to which the Asian man looked to be in deep thought. He could tell just from looking at the body he was dealing with a stand user, something that worried him greatly. The large man looked over towards the victim and then the forensic officer. “[color=004b80][b]Barclay, that is where the body was found right? And milk, cheese, and crame I wonder what that means.[/b][/color]” He rubbed his chin inquisitively. His train of thought was interrupted when he noticed something being knocked onto the ground. At first, he thought it was just the air, but the room was almost airtight so such a harsh gust of wind would be practically impossible. “Is something wrong Jotaro?” The first officer spoke up looking where the detective was staring at. “[color=004b80][b]No, it must be my imagination. You can continue with the autopsy.[/b][/color]” Jotaro now turned towards the two other officers. But while the autopsy was going on, he would periodically look over his shoulder.