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Captain Homer Jackson ([personal profile] damnyank) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds 2015-07-17 09:01 am (UTC)

"Thankfully, no." A beat. "Forensics."

Jackson's taking it slow and easy with this business call, as he opens up his leather satchel and casually rifles through it like he doesn't have a murder to help solve. Eventually, he pulls something out-- a clear plastic zip-log bag that screams out EVIDENCEin red and yellow tape. Inside of the bag sits the crumpled up, saliva-stained, mucus-streaked remains of a business invoice in cardstock.

"Found this jammed halfway between our dead man's laryngopharynx and esophagus." Jackson lifts up the bag to read the invoice, though he already knows what it says. "Butler & Seymour, Travel Agency-- which, according to Reid's research, is located down the hall."

Jackson takes another step backwards, watching another tissue drop into the trashcan. Germs.

"Our body's neither Mr. Seymour nor Ms. Butler, but this invoice suggests that he was potentially in the vicinity of their business before bein' choked out." It was a good place to start looking, regardless. "Now, before I start forensicating, anything you can tell me about your neighbors down the hall?"

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