Investigations (Open)
There had been another 'suicide.' This time, it had occurred just after the officer had attended the carnival that was in town, and again had been after weeks of erratic behavior.
Something was very wrong, and Murphy was getting extremely agitated that she couldn't quite put her finger on it. There was a strange substance at each crime scene that she'd identified as sulfur. There had to be something about that, but so far she'd tried contacting the paranet and hadn't gotten many hits back that were all too helpful.
So while she was waiting on a break on the supernatural front, she was currently retracing the victim's steps. Standard detective stuff.
Which was how she found herself walking through the midway, ignoring the carnival barkers and trying to ignore the tempting smell of cotton candy as she looked around for any attractions that the victim might have visited.