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Kyle Monahan
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xxxWhat do you want from me? Why don't you run from me?
xxxWhat are you wondering? What do you know?
xxxWhy aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me?
xxxWhen we all fall asleep, where do we go?
Kyle had been examing the room for anything out of place, while that would have been impossible for anyone to do considering the case of what they were investigating. A full-blown party in a large penthouse with dozens of guests. Fingerprints would be on everything, and he wouldn't know where things were normally kept. Except for stray dust trails that would be normally found in any home, but not this one. Lauren was too clean, or at least had house-keeping to keep dust from collecting. That ruled that out of the list of things to look for, which only made it slightly harder. Which only meant he'd had to dig deeper and look even closer at things. Something that he did anyway, but would require the same from the other officers. Something he knew he wouldn't get the delight of having, as they weren't as...meticulous as he was with the smallest and finest of details. His eyes scanned the room as he took everything in. Taking in ever small and large detail like a sponge, he'd need to remember anything and everything from this apartment if he as to get his job done. While he enjoyed what he did, it was cases like this that really got to him. Not because he used to know the victim on a more personal level compared to the other officer's, but because it was the death of someone as young as she was. While he knew what kind of persons she was, to an extent due to his sister's rants about how much of a bitch she was, her words. He knew her enough to know that she probably would have some enemies, but he didn't think she'd get caught up in a murder. Sure, Lauren Clark was...dramatic and knew how to get what she wanted, as well as stirring the pot of how to get to people, but she didn't deserve this. Which is what bothered him. From what he knew about her, she had a high paying job, was well known, enough at least. Whether it was in good standing or not was up to someone to decide for themselves. But Kyle had to detach himself from this case, and strictly be an investigator, not the mourning friend of the victim. He could do that in his own time.

He sighed as he examined the room, observing objects around the apartment, but only moving them momentarily when he had to. His eyes taking in everything. The placement of how everything was set up, where the bar was in location to the room of which the crime took place. The placement of the stage where the band played. Where the general seating was set up. How many people could have had a perfect view of the hallway from the seating arrangements. Not many from the looks of it due to the disheveled state of the couch and placement of the glasses. Kyle dusted off one of the couches before he took a seat and casually looked around, trying to imagine himself at the time of the party. Trying to see if he would have had view of the hallway, but with the placement of the wall and where the room was, he wouldn't have been able to see anything. Not from this angle anyway. He rose to his feet after taking one more look around. No point in wasting time for now. He knew what he was really required to do, and regretted it as he felt a pit in his stomach. He hadn't seen any of them in years, close to a decade by this point. They would have no idea who he was, and would only know who he was if he told them his name and told them who he was, even then he'd doubt it. He was practically invisible when he was in the group. Not that it bothered him, but it still made him somewhat sick. He had hoped to one day come back to New York, and reconnect with them. But not on terms like this. Not having to do so as a cop, nevermind during an investigation of one of their own. There was no right way of going about this, but he had to just grin and bare it.

He looked around for the first few people he could begin questioning. He saw Nathan Miller and Soren Bowers on one of the couches on the further end of the room. He could try talking with them and get what they know, but he saw as Arisa had already walked up and talked to them. So he simply silently nodded as he looked around, and saw the others. Erin, Rebecca, and Lex. He took a deep breath and slowly made his way over to them, giving them a moment to finish their conversation not really getting what they were saying as he didn't pay much attention. He gave them a small and awkward nod of his head as he approached them. Notepad and pen in hand as he spoke, "H-hello. I'm one of the Detectives on the case." he said, noticeably avoiding any direct eye contact. His eyes just reach short of their's, and then would move past them. "Uhm, mind if I ask you any questions? Just some simple ones to start off. Your first and last name, age, and anything that you can remember. Even the smallest of things help." he said as he clicked his pen nervously with his thumb as he held his notepad in his left hand as he prepared to write down anything that was of importance.

Kyle nodded slowly as Rebecca gave her statement first. Taking in how she spoke and the language of her body. She was clearly shaken up and had been crying, obvious due to the redness around her eyes. He examined her a little more and saw some blood on her hands, obvious from having probably touched the body. A common thing people do, not recommended, but not a common and natural reaction. He brushed it off and simply wrote down her information that was given, not that he needed any of this, as he knew their names and ages. But for legal reasons he had to write it all down. He was going to ask the others what they remembered, but his attention was brought back when Rebecca said she remembered seeing Lauren and Soren together shortly before...well, he knew the answer to that. He nodded shortly and scribbled down in his notepad, 'Deceased had a conversation with her ex-boyfriend, Soren Bowers, at some point in the evening according to Rebecca Cruze. Is obviously shaken and has evidence of having cried.' he kept it vague but held enough information for it to count. While he was doing his job, he was also their friend, even if they didn't know it, and while he wished they were all innocent, they were all involved now and he would have to do his job as an officer first hand. He simply gave her a small smile when she insisted that Soren would never hurt someone, and that he wasn't that type of person. He knew Soren, and that was true. He couldn't even hurt a fly. But he couldn't rule any of them out. Not even the one sitting to his right, who he would have to ask very shortly. "Of course. But I have to take in any and all accounts. To be able to fully rule someone out. But don't worry." he acted as if he scribbled something down.

"Thank you, Miss Cruze. And, I'm sorry about your friend." he said curtly. He turned his attention to none the less, Erin. She looked up at him, and after a moment of silence, she began to give her statement. Her name, age, and relation to the victim. All of this he already knew. But needed to act as if he wasn't aware yet again. He wrote down her information as she spoke. The smallest of smiles appeared on his face for a moment, before he excused it away with a faux-cough. He hadn't seen her in years, and even seeing her in a scenario like this was, oddly nice. As much as he wanted to introduce himself, and just give her a hug, he had a job to do, and now wasn't the time for familiarities. Kyle could have sworn that he felt his brain just deflate at the words that came out of her mouth after her initial statement. He simply just blinked in silence as his brain slowly registered what she said. He shook his head and just silently wrote something down in his notepad, 'Erin Monahan, bartender for the night. She didn't see anything out of the ordinary. As she was too busy to acknowledge what was going on until she heard the scream. Seemed rather shaken up and disoriented.' he gave her a short raise of the eyebrows, he knew she'd thank him later, and then some. The less incriminating information she gave herself, the better. He had a moment of silence as he recollected his thoughts, "Alright. Thank you, uh Miss Monahan. Just...Don't go around poisoning people, ya here?" he said with a sly grin.

He finally turned his attention to the male of the group. Alex "Lex" Yang. From what he could remember, he was the rich kid of the group. Parents were in high places. And he was given their company after their passing, as he had done some searching in his free time. He was curious of his past and recent events, but perhaps under different circumstances. He was going to ask Lex to give his information as the male turned to Kyle and immediately rattled off with his information and statement, all too fluidly. As if he had been over this procedure a hundred times before. He nodded and wrote down everything that was of importance. 'Alexander Yang, conversed with plenty of the guests and Lauren a few times during the party. Had taken a break on the balcony for a smoke, but nothing else until he was alerted by the scream. Seems too calm for someone that lost a friend.'. He nodded as Alex stated that he would be happy to have him and his company help with the investigation and if there was anything they could do to just him know. Kyle took the card and tucked it away in his pocket for now. He looked back up and listened as Alex furthered to explain that some of them lived outside of the country and it would be an inconvenience to have to stay longer than they'd need to. "I understand. But to fully rule out any of you, we'll need you to stay in New York until this investigation is over. We would appreciate the cooperation between you all and the department. Again, I am sorry for your loss, and thank you for your statements. We'll get in touch with you if we need further information." Kyle said politely before giving them one final awkward nod and turn of his heels and he was gone. That entire interaction was one giant drain for social interaction, and he was exhausted. He took several deep breaths and found himself going back to the room to see if the crime scene team had found anything yet. Nothing really, except for some minor blunt force trauma to her head and some bruising that slowly began to form. But aside from that, nothing of concrete evidence was found yet.

Kyle turned his attention to the room. It was rather large. Bed, dresser, wardrobe, table and chair, window and a fireplace that stood out amongst everything else. It was cut from pure white marble, with some minor black dyed cracks. Simple, yet gave it that aesthetic that Lauren was clearly going for. Over the top and far too fancy for a penthouse in New York City. One thing specifically stood out, a small yellow marker that was placed alongside it. Kyle passed by the other investigators and crouched down, examining the fireplace. Small speckles of crimson dotted the edge at the bottom, and as he slowly scanned the furniture, more of that crimson was apparent until it was just coated over the edge of the fireplace. That would explain the wound on the back of Lauren's head. But if it was what killed her, remained to be seen. For now, they could rule nothing out. So Kyle simply wrote down everything he took in from the room. From the placement and pose of the body, to the fireplace which contained her blood, or what they presumed to be her blood. It required a blood swab and dna test, but it wasn't a far fetched idea. Take everything as a possible cause until all it ruled out, even then do a double check on it. He sighed as he slowly stood up and looked around. They'd have so much work cut out for them, and this wasn't exactly how he wanted to be welcomed back home. Not like this.

The following days and nights were a constant blur for Kyle. From a mix of going to and from the department as well as the coroners for any more evidence and information. Everything blurred together. He would have lost track of time and days if he wasn't such a stickler for keeping routine, even when traveling. With of mix of little to no sleep, from long nights and early mornings, he found himself solely relying on tea or other....substances he knew he shouldn't be involved in. But it's whatever kept him going and awake. He needed to get this crime solved, and he needed to know who, and more importantly why someone had killed Lauren. She had plenty of enemies, but, he didn't want to think that any of the ones in the group did it. He knew them back in high-school, and while he wasn't exactly very close with any of them aside from Erin. But she hadn't even recognized him. Then again, he had been almost ten years, he hadn't talked to her since he left. She had no way of knowing, as well as he just didn't want to cause even more stress and worry on the others. Not yet anyway. He'd tell them, eventually. When the time was right, if it ever was. But as the days dragged on, and as it came to be two days out from the set funeral, Kyle had found himself wandering around his old hometown of Brooklyn. He hadn't been there since he left for college and he was curious to see what had changed.

Everything seemed to have stayed the same, except for the local diner that used to be his parents, was now a bar? He wasn't aware of who the new owner was, or who bought it out and why. But to his pleasant, but not an exactly shocked surprise, it ended up coming back to the family. He was happy to see Erin finally and in a more, natural setting. He first ordered a meal and drink, and casually talked for a bit, openly disclosing that he was there for relaxation, not work. After having beaten around the bush, he finally just came clean, and told her who he was. He explained that he was sorry, for everything. For not getting or even staying in contact with her, and that he wished he did. He was just, scared that she didn't want anything to do with him after he left like he did. For years he felt like she hated him for it and didn't want anything to do with him for it. But after some underhanded comments that went way over his head, she explained that she wasn't angry with him, but herself. The two spent a few hours conversing and catching up, leaving the whole idea of what happened that brought them together out, and just caught up. But as time eventually past they said their goodbyes for now, and that they'd see each other at another time. Erin had even asked if he was going to the funeral, and Kyle simply said maybe. But as a friend, he'd try to make it.

The next few days came and went, and finally the day he dreaded. He dressed about as casually as he could, but still veering towards the fancy side as he wasn't one for too casual attire. He styled his hair with some jell and after messing with it for well over a half-hour, he just combed his fingers through his hair one last time and called it there. He grabbed his leather jacket and made his way out of his hotel. Over the week, his fellow agent Winston had been replaced with someone that was familiar with the area, as well as just moving back to New York as well. He met hew a few times, but wasn't exactly very close. After a short drive after being escorted to the hotel, he stepped out of the vehicle and took a deep breath. He kept his hands clasped in front of him as he walked. Kyle always hated funerals, the first one he ever had to attend was his parents when he and Erin were children. And he's never liked them. Just, something about it sent him on edge, but he was there for a friend, as well as minor investigation work. He entered through the back room and clung to the back wall. Simply staying to the back as it filled up kept him out of sight, and out of mind. With his holster and badge by his hip, not many people talked to him aside from a few. He was in his own little world when he noticed someone walk up to him from the corner of his eye, and was startled with the woman slapped him in the backside. Causing him to flinch and turn several shades of red.

Turning his head to the side as the woman spoke. It was Cassandra Heiks. His most recent and newest fellow agent. She was, interesting to say the least, and was a bit abrasive. But growing up with Erin prepared him for that, or so he thought. He rolled his eyes as she spoke, mentioning the suspects, especially his sister. "Well, first off. Hello, Cassandra." he said with a small nod as he kept his eyes focused forward. Taking in who was here and wasn't. Erin and Rebecca were already up front, sitting together. Which didn't surprise him much. Soren was off to the side, clearly trying to calm his nerves. And a few others were missing. "Second, why are you here?" he questioned. While it was more rhetorical than anything. He already figured she was here that if they spotted anything, she'd be there. Especially if the killer was there. He wasn't stupid, and her answer only further confirmed it. He looked at her when she asked about the markings on Rebecca's neck and how they weren't mentioned in his report. He nodded solemnly as he had noticed them earlier, and took note. "She didn't have them when I last saw her. I'll have to look into that later. Not now." he said with a deep sigh as his eyes scanned the room, seeing how Nathan Miller and Alex Yang were still missing. And just as he thought it, speak of the devil and he shall appear. Nathan walked in and sat towards the back. He looked slightly disheveled, more so than usual. He'd take that in of note as well. The two remained in the back, simply observing as the service finally began with opening prayer from the priest, and then Soren was requested to read a poem. Of course he was. They watched as he gave it, and soon after ran out of the room, clearly distraught and upset. Kyle paid note to who reacted and who didn't. He remained standing to the side and had to pay attention, if anyone else got up and left, or made they'd have to move and act accordingly.