05-30-2014, 10:20 PM
The detective seems to have been going with the easiest possible explanation. Not the one that makes the most sense, but the one that makes his life a little easier. It's the path of least resistance to assume drugs are involved, that something must've been taken to be sold for a quick buck, that kids broke in for a place to party and trashed the place, or any other out of a dozen explainations that don't call for much follow-up or paperwork.
But there's blood and Verna makes a very compelling point. The man, in his off-the-rack suit, turns around and sizes up the door where it's crumpled like paper just within the frame. He turns back to Verna and manages to notice what mention of more blood has done to her disposition.
"It's not much. If someone was..." He stops himself. "It would be more," trying to explain himself better. He points down at the dust where it's disturbed. "None outside."
"Alright, miss, I'll tell you what," and then he tells her:
"We're going to get a forensic team down here to take a look, take a few blood samples, and we're going to get some pictures. To be honest, it looks like the place was turned upside down, but that's not uncommon. We're not going to know if something's missing until we do a walk through with the owner, but as you can't seem to get in touch with either of them, it would help the investigation if you could give us an inventory," and his eyebrows go up, as if he's testing how far down that road she wants to go, leaving her to think on it and answer later as he moves on.
"It sounds like this place isn't no Radio Shack, and if there's a lot of valuable property damaged, we're going to try and find out what happened," because Verna seems to have cracked a hard shell here.
"Can you give us the contact information for your employers," and he flips his notebook open, readies a pen, and writes down whatever she has to offer.
But there's blood and Verna makes a very compelling point. The man, in his off-the-rack suit, turns around and sizes up the door where it's crumpled like paper just within the frame. He turns back to Verna and manages to notice what mention of more blood has done to her disposition.
"It's not much. If someone was..." He stops himself. "It would be more," trying to explain himself better. He points down at the dust where it's disturbed. "None outside."
"Alright, miss, I'll tell you what," and then he tells her:
"We're going to get a forensic team down here to take a look, take a few blood samples, and we're going to get some pictures. To be honest, it looks like the place was turned upside down, but that's not uncommon. We're not going to know if something's missing until we do a walk through with the owner, but as you can't seem to get in touch with either of them, it would help the investigation if you could give us an inventory," and his eyebrows go up, as if he's testing how far down that road she wants to go, leaving her to think on it and answer later as he moves on.
"It sounds like this place isn't no Radio Shack, and if there's a lot of valuable property damaged, we're going to try and find out what happened," because Verna seems to have cracked a hard shell here.
"Can you give us the contact information for your employers," and he flips his notebook open, readies a pen, and writes down whatever she has to offer.