Scene: 2
June 1,2009

16:15 hours

Logbook Entry: Possible homicide discovered yesterday.Male,Caucasian, approx: 50 yrs old. Family not yet notified. Possible S + M death? (Note to self: See C-man over ligature marks) Mugging gone wrong? Must find witnesses! Check with landlord  and see keypad access times (last access time) Two ways case can go:

1) Murder
-S + M killing?
-Missing valuables?
-Cause of death?
-Victim background?
-Vices of victim?
-Witnesses?
-Location(registered to a Mr. Foyle)

2) Accident
-Accidental death due to S + M?
-Any previous use of whores?
-Location(was it random?)

Instincts say # 1.

June 4,2009

19:00 hours

Logbook Entry: Landlady confirmed last keypad access date: May 31,2009. Video camera's around building confirmed presence of another person. Male,Caucasian,early 30's(?). According to C-Man, victim was bound and strangled/beaten to death. No bank cards missing have been used.

Victim Background:

Name:Gerard Kerr
Age: 46
Profession:Civil Lawyer
Family: Wife, 3 children (ages: 19,17,13)
Criminal Record: None
According to wife, he was kind loving man, who didn't deserve to die. Coroner's report of death have not yet been released to her.

Mr. Kerr's bank account reports a withdrawal of 300 dollars at 9:15 PM. Death occured 2 hours later.

Much to do for next couple of days. Get scan of scene. Prints?

Scene: 3

I whistled away as I sat in my shitty little cubicle. Bad 80's pop songs floated through my head as I stared at row upon row of numbers. Bloody numbers. They ruled my life! Numbers = Currency = Money = Bills = Lack of Money. Numbers had also so far ruined my day. I had blown ONE tire on my way to work, I had arrived TWENTY minutes late for work, there were FOUR accounts left to look over, and now there were FIVE hours left of work. My neighboring associate wasn't helping my situation. All day he had been the source of the 80's music. It filtered out of his MP3 and blared into the confines of our work space. I yearned to go and smash that damn piece of technology and watch his face crumple as he watched $400 worth of machinery go flying out the window. But for now it was back to numbers. I had tonight to look forward to. Tonight would be excellent. I had read the newspaper this morning, a man was found beaten in a posh apartment. This place is going to the shits. I had thought at the time. Now I smiled again at the memory, 'You're welcome, Society.'