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located in The City, a part of murder by any other name, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Jett Ryder Character Portrait: Katherine DeLise
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Katherine heard Jett approach and glanced over her shoulder, wondering what he needed. She turned her face from him as he reached above her, towering over her easily to put the plates in their correct spots. As he did, brushes of physical contact ignited between them. Was he doing it on purpose? Or was he simply trying to help?

Regardless of his intentions, Katherine didn't ask. Instead, she finished unpacking the last few boxes as he began to explain what they knew about the hitman. Once she was finished, she sat upon the counter across from him and took another sip of wine. He suddenly paused, expression tense, and leaned in to explain his hunch.

It all seemed to make sense. Of course, if it was someone the police entrusted then they could misdirect the team and prevent evidence from being categorized or noted. She swung her legs as she considered the implications of his words.

"It does make a lot of sense that our hitman could actually be posing as a good guy," she said slowly, nodding her head. Katherine gave him a one over, surprised that he seemed to be a genuine person. Whatever vibes she'd received from him at the crime scene must've been wrong, because he seemed genuinely concerned about the case.

"I do think it could be dangerous to start poking fingers at people in the department, though," she thought aloud. "so I think you were right in not pushing this theory forward with the rest of the team. Let's keep it on the down low and I'll poke around a little when I meet everybody."

Katherine took another taste of her wine. Maybe he wasn't a lightweight, but she definitely was. She could already feel the alcohol running through the back of her head. "Mediocre doesn't seem likely," she said out of the blue, eyeing him with intelligent chocolate orbs. "I think you're a lot smarter than you let on. You don't become in charge of a special team like this unless someone high up thinks you've got brains."

Her eyes fell away from him to the clock on her microwave. The night was still young, but she could feel herself drifting. "If you could help me with at least moving the boxes to their respective areas, I'd appreciate it. Other than this kitchen and the bed and bath in the back, it won't have to go far. I just need it organized enough that the path from the door to my bed is unobstructed."

She pressed the wine back to her lips; a red mark had begun to form on the glass from her dark lipstick. "By the way, I apologize if my attitude with you took you aback, " she said, slipping from the counter to start moving some boxes into the bedroom, "but that's the way I have to be at work, otherwise they see I'm a woman and they never see anything else special." Katherine rummaged through a few boxes to discover their contents. "My family gets whiplash when they see me work, because they've only ever seen my introverted submissive side. But you saw how Dr. Gray treated me. He'll never get past it, I guarantee you."