Detectives Wise and Reyes had the unenviable duty of being the detectives on-call that week, which meant they were out here near midnight. Like with all things, Emily approached this new case with her usual thorough stoicism. While Wise took a look around the entryway to the alley, Emily went over the initial police report, and the investigators on scene, trying to get a sense of what to expect and how to plan the course of the investigation. It was sure to be something ugly, but she was getting used to really ugly things these days. There weren't a lot of things that could shock her anymore.
Wise pulled her from her notetaking and she looked up, nodding. The rings on her left hand clicked on the side of clipboard as she tucked it under her arm. In the same motion, she checked under her coat for her maglight and a pair of latex gloves.
“Right, let's go,” she sighed, pulling on the gloves and then checking the watch on her slender wrist. “Time is... twenty-three oh one.” Then she glanced down the alleyway, spying a tall man in civilian garb, crouching next to the markers on the ground. “Is that a witness? Has anyone talked to him yet?”
Wise pulled her from her notetaking and she looked up, nodding. The rings on her left hand clicked on the side of clipboard as she tucked it under her arm. In the same motion, she checked under her coat for her maglight and a pair of latex gloves.
“Right, let's go,” she sighed, pulling on the gloves and then checking the watch on her slender wrist. “Time is... twenty-three oh one.” Then she glanced down the alleyway, spying a tall man in civilian garb, crouching next to the markers on the ground. “Is that a witness? Has anyone talked to him yet?”