John turned his back to the crowd, leaning against the wall. A cool wind picked up, and he tugged his jacket around his form a little better during the few rings he had before Ororo picked up. When he spoke his voice was quiet enough that no one in the immediate area could hear him, but not so much that the woman on the other end would have any issue. "We have a problem. Jamie's dead."
The words felt alien coming out of his mouth. He was no stranger to bodies, and they'd never particularly bothered him before, but so far none of the ones he'd dealt with had any actual connection to him. He and Jamie had never actually been friends, but when you worked with someone long enough seeing them stone cold on the sidewalk was a little unnerving, and he was having a hard time keeping the evidence of that out of his voice. "He's outside of his apartment. Looks like he either jumped or got pushed. No authorities yet."