Jennifer's partner, at least her work partner, had been working up a sweat with one of the more interesting women in the City. Well, she'd been interesting enough for Charlie to take her home and seen to keeping the both of them busy until he'd gotten the call. His hours had been strange, and with little to do at work, the paperwork had managed to get itself caught up, meaning that Charlie had little to do.
Honestly, he was glad to be working again, not that he liked what it was he was being called in for. Yes, he was a homicide detective, but that didn't mean he liked finding out people were murdered, usually. If this was indeed a murder. So, with a quick clean up, throwing on of clothes and an ushering out of the woman who he believed was named Toffee, Detective Charlie Crews was speeding to the crime scene; eventually he was going to have to find out what Ted was doing with himself. Charlie was certain that his housemate or landlord, depending on how it was viewed, was fine. If Ted wasn't, Charlie would not be happy.
He climbed out of the car, looking as if he'd just gotten up from a very good rest, decked out in the City's upscale finest suit. He could wear label like no one else. Tailored was even better. He nodded to a few of the guys and gals in blue, showing his badge like he was supposed to.
Charlie came to a stop near his partner and the big guy, the officer in charge. A quick flash of the badge, whether the guy looked at it or not.
"Detective Charlie Crews. What have we got?" He gave Jennifer a quick glance and a smile; Jennifer may not be allowed to smile, but Charlie wasn't one to give in to the norms. Not often. They were lucky he hadn't shown up with a smoothie; he would have too if he'd found one open at that hour.