Andrew Grayson (gumshoedetect) wrote in the_obscured, @ 2014-08-23 21:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | andrew grayson |
Human troubles
Who: Andrew
When: Thursday, July 31st Early afternoon
Where: Quiet neighborhood of the city
Summary: There has been a murder, Andrew must do his job
Warnings/Rating: PG13 I suppose
Status: Narrative
The crime scene was a small bedroom in the back of a small house; nothing out of the ordinary, really. It was a tidy little house, in a tidy party of town. Everyone had neat, manicured yards and there were even white picket fences around some houses. This was not the side of town where crimes of this nature happened. That was the only thing out of the ordinary; this sleepy little neighborhood was now having to deal with a murder.
Andrew stepped inside, little booties covered his shoes and he wore gloves on his hand; no need to disturb the crime scene if he didn’t have to. The more careful he was, the better.
“Detective Grayson,” a short man with a round belly that had seen way too many donuts waddled towards him.
“Officer Baily,” he repeted back. “Tell me what we have here,” he skipped the niceties; this was a murder investigation and he was only here for one reason.
He strode to the body that laid face down on the floor. Squatting, he took a pen from his shirt pocket and carefully moved hair from the victims face as he awaited an answer from Baily.
“Single female victim, name is Avery Munoz, twenty-nine years old. There appears to have been a struggle,” Baily rambled out. “House has been ransacked.”
“Home invasion?” Andrew asked as he took in the profile of the woman and then looked around the room. It was a mess, there had definitely been a struggle and she had fought back. If it was theft it was going to be hard to tell.
“No sir, we think she knew her attacker,” Baily answered. “No signs of forced entry,” the man stated.
Andrew made an unimpressed sound. “Just because no forced entry does not mean she knew her attacker. A possible knock at the door, she opens and the attacker pushes in,” he explained. “We know they fought,” he then added. “There is evidence to that all throughout the house. Maybe the attacker pushed his way inside, or maybe her door was unlocked, and she ran from here, fighting him off until she got in here. But why here?” He murmured more to himself.
He stood then as the team got ready to flip the body and he looked around the room. Why would she run to the one place she couldn’t get out of?
“Strangulation,” someone commented as the body was rolled over to be examined.
Andrew took a close look. They would be able to fingerprints from the woman’s throat. Gently lifting her hand by the wrist, he looked at her nails. “She definitely fought back,” he then stated. “Get some bags on these hands to preserve evidence,” he ordered out and someone reacted, getting baggies and putting them over her hands. “I want a fully autopsy and make sure you try to get prints from her neck,” he argued. “In fact, I want this whole place dusted for prints,” there was a groan through the group and he gave a smirk. “We want to catch this bastard before anymore strangled women land on our door stop,” he stated.
“This isn’t supernatural guys,” he then said as he moved about the room. That was one of the main reasons he was here. Recently he had been bumped up to the new *supernatural division*, though they really needed a good name for it, and he was to make the call if it were supernatural or not.
“But Gray…” Baily started and then was cut off by a look from Andrew.
“No buts! This isn’t supernatural. It’s too dirty to be so,” he added. “Work it as a regular homicide!” He commanded everyone in the group. Everyone wanted to believe every bad thing that happened in Burlington was supernatural and human criminals now could hide under that guise. No, this wasn’t supernatural and he was going to keep the heat of them this time…unless evidence proved other wise.
He stopped walking around the room and stopped at the night stand, his gut screaming at him that he needed to look there. He pulled open the drawer and there it was. A gun. “Seems she was running from her attacker to get this,” he stated and held the gun up. “Bag and tag it,” he then put it back in the drawer.
Andrew left the room then, leaving the house. He needed to interview neighbors and family. He looked up as he stood on the porch and wondered if there were any cameras in the area, but he guessed not. No, this was going to take some old fashioned investigating and he was up for the challenge. Noticing a woman standing on her front porch watching them from across the street, he pegged her as the busy-body of the neighborhood. Time to get to work, he thought, and headed in her direction.