The case of who dunnit Who: Andrew and Senka When: Thursday July 31st, Mid-afternoon Where: Sleep little neighborhood Summary: Andrew is investigating the murder from a few hours ago. One of the neighbors seems to be Senka Warnings/Rating: None Status: Ongoing
Andrew stood on the front stoop of one of Avery Munoz’s many neighbors. Two hours ago he had received the call that the death, possible homicide, of the twenty-nine year old woman had been reported; dropping his lunch he had put the light out on his vehicle and rushed to the scene. A walk-through of the small home and a look at the victim’s body had made it clear to him that it was indeed murder. Now, he had to catch the murderer.
His first step was to canvas the neighborhood and talk with anyone who was willing to talk. The first woman, a busy body from across the street, had a lot to tell him about what normally went on in the neighborhood: nothing. It was generally a very quiet place, all the residents pretty much knew one another. She had known Avery very well, they talked earlier that morning when retrieving their newspapers. Nothing had seemed out of place. There was nothing the woman could tell him about the murder, having seen nothing as she had gone on to do her grocery shopping and only returning mere moments before he, himself, had shown up. There was just one thing out of place for this whole neighborhood, and that was a woman who lived in the apartment complex not too far down the street. The whole woman was out of place, and not a part of anything. No one really knew her.
That didn’t mean much to Andrew, really. Yes, he would follow up, but someone just being out of place really didn’t mean anything.
Most of the other residents had the same to say, more or less. Everyone knew Avery, everyone liked Avery, no one had saw anything. Nothing had looked out of place. Some believed it was supernatural; Andrew didn’t comment. He assured them that he and the rest of the police would get to the bottom of it all. Though he did not say, he believed it to not be supernatural and he wasn’t about to let it be swept under the rug as one unless the evidence pointed in that direction.
He said goodbye to the elderly woman he had been talking to with a cookie in his hand. She had fed him three of them while he had been inside her home, and was making sure he took another. When her door closed, he pocketed the cookie in his jacket and started towards the apartment complex. Everyone had mentioned the woman that lived there; he might as well follow up.
Halfway down the sidewalk to the apartment, he felt a drop of rain. “Dammit!” He grumbled right before the sky opened up. About an hour ago the threat of rain had come but nothing had come from the sky yet…until now. Pulling his jacket up to try to cover his head, he ran towards the apartment complex, making it there but not until he was thoroughly drenched.
He looked at the apartment number that everyone had given him and then found the accommodating door. Lifting a hand he gave a strong knock before trying to wipe the water from his jacket. Hopefully the woman was here, he could rule her out…or in depending, and be on his way.