“Yeah yeah, uh… Hold on a sec dispatch went ahead and gave us recording.” The beetle of a man muttered pulling out a smartphone.
“ Hey folks, go take a coffee break or something, give the detectives the floor for a bit.” He suggested in a marginally friendlier tone than he normally did. This got a few looks from the staff but no one wanted to argue.
Once the room had been clear, Coofer peered over the railing to make sure there were no curious ears sitting around.
The man skittered back to Xiaolian and started in a hushed tone. “ Honest , it was me who suggested your unit needed to be pulled in. Our victim is...er...was a werewolf. He was part of a larger group up until a short while ago.” Coofer went on, thumbing through audio recordings until he found the 911 call with the tip.
“911, what’s you----”
“I found some guy shot up in a warehouse over at Brooksdale St 3rd floor.” A male voice said shakily in a near panic.
“ Sir can you---” The line went dead.
“I found some guy shot up in a warehouse over at Brooksdale St 3rd floor.” A male voice said shakily in a near panic.
“ Sir can you---” The line went dead.
“ The kid was tryin to get help last I heard…” sympathy lanced the oily man’s face.
As Molly walked the scene she might have noticed a few bits of bullet fragments , silver in color, and emitted faint magic.
At the foot of the bed were the victim was standing was was now marred with faint footprints from the staff and passed that the broken window, one of many in the building. There were a small number of personal belongings, namely the backpack and Mr. Coleman’s shoes. All and All for the place being a storage unit it was rather cozy.