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The Hargrove Murders

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Max stepped around the mess in the bathroom, not wanting to miss anything. First stop was getting a look at the rug. Maybe there was something indicating exactly what had transpired whenever Defoe and his attacker had passed through here. Was the fatal blow in here? Was anything dropped? Questions kept popping up in his head.

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--------To Max

The fatal blow couldn't have been here. There's no blood. The bedroom is much more messy. However, this might have been the place where it began. The red fur on the ground could most probably be ripped from fox in a fight..

------To Ivan

The shoes are still wet. The murder must have been incredibly recent! Whoever Defoe was, getting picked up this quickly was a feat!

They were pretty well made shoes, fine leather, with some snow still on top.

Something isn't adding up here. There was snow still on the shoes, and the precinct is almost 40 minutes away!

----To Alex

You hear a rather loud knock on the front door, before someone yells, "Coroner Stevens! IS anyone still here!?"

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"There has been some rather strange weather lately," Max commented, not actually sure himself. He was focusing more so on the fur covering the ground now.

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To Alex:

((DOH! YOu are correct. Thank you for catching that!))

To Ivan:

What could be off? The shoes are still wet, the food still out, barely any time for the fox to actually settle in.

To Max :

The fur is a bright, well kept red. It has a slight pantene, indicating health. This fox took pains to keep himself looking good.

((I apologize for the lag. I had the flu and cold from hell, and it knocked me for a loop. @.@))

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Max kneeled and pinched a bit of the fur up to get a closer look at it. You were in here at some point. You and your attacker. But the state of things... the fur of such a well kept fox covering the floor. He'd never let that happen... you were on the ground at some point...

"Uhm... camera person?" Max said, still unsure what Alex's name was. "Think you could go let the coroner in?" he asked, beginning to scan closer to the ground to see if anything had been dropped when the two had been in here.

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To Ivan:

((He is in the bathroom.))

To Max:

..hmm. The screws from the ripped off towel rod lay on the floor. They are bent to the left slightly.

To Alex:

The door knocks again.

"Hello?"

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To Alex:

The coroner step in, still wet, holding a large case, and a body bag. "The ambulance is still having issues getting here." He smiles, nodding to Alex. "All right, officer. Let's go photograph and take a look at that body." Coroner Steven's is a large fat wolf, tail wagging with enough force to cause a sizable whoosh. His deep voice booms, before his paw meatily pats Alex's shoulder, before walking down the hall. "I hear it's in the bedroom, right?"

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Hmm... If the screws are bent as such then the towel rod would have been ripped off and swung to the... Standing with the holes of the towel rod in the wall to his left, Max's gaze slowly trailed in an arch to the right, following the path the towel rod would have had to have taken from the wall.

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To Alex ---

The wolf meandered down the hall, eventually finding the bedroom. He set down his gear, and began to look over the body, taking pictures. He then began to pull out a pencil and pad, making notes.

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