Yamato Eiichi
His eyes picked out the speaker immediately- one of the victim’s relations. A rabble rouser. Yamato scribbled out a quick notation on the man. It could be deadly if the D’finn went on a manhunt, and it wasn’t something he wanted to deal with. Luckily their nest wasn’t easily overturned by something like emotion. Their leaders were both powerful and smart, so nothing should get out of hand. His hand froze for an instant before the note was finished- was he heartless to view the outburst like that? Not lacking of heart, but the silly english comparison of emotions to muscle. ... No. It was just his job to think clearly at times like this.
This lead to the end of the council’s meeting- dismissing pretty much anyone not ancient beyond comprehension. Yamato left as well, pondering what his next move should be. The station would likely want a report of some sort, but it would be a formality more than anything. In any case, they had to gather information. His family would be working on this themselves- to the Fey, a murder case was almost like a game... Until it involved people in the vicinity. Lightning seemed to crack in his mind. People. Vicinity.
Yamato wrote as he walked- almost aimlessly- through town. His memory was very good, it was only a matter of thinking back. Who had been with him the day Mary was found? Names flew from his pencil, along with notations on location, approximate time. The Chairman had said his peace about the town, but as a policeman Yamato was duty bound to persue all avenues available in search of the truth. The town was large, but the number of town members capable of inflicting that kind of damage to Mary was few. It would be useful to know what those few were doing the day of the discovery. On top of that, they would need to hunt down who last had seen her alive, and when. He sighed, shaking his head and picking up his walkeetahkee to listen in on a crackling report. This was another source of frustration. Technology. The only thing he knew how to do with it was press a button and talk, turn a little dial to make it louder or softer, and press this other button to make it stop working. Past that the magic of the little device was beyond him. It served it’s job though. Someone was being brought in, and it would be best if he was there.
Turning, Yamato slid his notepad into his front pocket along with the pen. His pacing had taken him through town a bit, but it was still only a few minutes walk back to the station. Possibly he would run into one of the ‘special few’ that he needed to talk to on the way back.