He was used to the cold, suffice to say. D’Anton wouldn’t run out into the thickest of snow on a day to day basis, but he did like to have his morning routine consist of running and jogging with or without a hoodie every once in a while to make him a bit resistant. As a result, going around in nothing more than the dark blue dress shirt which proudly displayed his badge on top of the brown leather tactical shoulder holster with dark blue jeans and black Converses felt like a little breeze to him. That was if he didn’t stay out for too long or stayed idle. Fortunately, that probably wasn’t the case as he was now jogging down the street, following Antonio closely as they came to their destination.
What could be painted about the scenario as he flicked his flashlight on after having his gun drawn as well? According to the back yard’s door as well as the front, which were swung entirely open with force, the case of someone breaking in seemed to hold weight. For now anyways. They had dealt with many who went to the extreme to set up a case after all. He would reserve judgement until he was positive anything, if anything at all, proved to be rigged. He didn’t major in criminal justice with a minor for forensics to not utilize them after all. The first was to check the obvious. If someone had truly broken in, they left subtle signs outside. He turned his flashlight away from the house to spot anything out of the ordinary.
There were no cars in sight, save for the owner of the house rather. If she did escape, it probably was risky for her to just get in the car and get out. He jotted down the license plate and called it in to Tyler, who was working the desks presently. It was just on the off chance the car wasn’t hers. If the it could be traced back to someone else and they had a record of crime, they’d know shortly. For now, he spotted a bit more. Some of the shrubs that decorated the expansive countryside house had a few broken twigs. As he leaned closer, he noticed something a bit gooey.
It was translucent in color, almost missable to the naked eye had not the flashlight caught its gloss.
“Hey, check this out,” he called out to Antonio. “This is weird.”
What officer on the job didn’t bring anything to collect evidence? He reached into a small pack on his holster, applying gloves and grabbing a cotton swab. He collected a little of the slime like substance, holding it up into the air for them to look at closely before dropping it into a small ziplock bag. As he looked a bit closely, he noticed odd footprints in the snow that let up the small set of steps onto the front porch and perhaps onward into the house. D’Anton moved a bit slowly, if just to examine what was on the porch.
“I suppose if they’re yanking our chain, some credit had to be given,” he explained. “So far nothing seems to elude they’ve staged a crime scene this time around.”
What could be painted about the scenario as he flicked his flashlight on after having his gun drawn as well? According to the back yard’s door as well as the front, which were swung entirely open with force, the case of someone breaking in seemed to hold weight. For now anyways. They had dealt with many who went to the extreme to set up a case after all. He would reserve judgement until he was positive anything, if anything at all, proved to be rigged. He didn’t major in criminal justice with a minor for forensics to not utilize them after all. The first was to check the obvious. If someone had truly broken in, they left subtle signs outside. He turned his flashlight away from the house to spot anything out of the ordinary.
There were no cars in sight, save for the owner of the house rather. If she did escape, it probably was risky for her to just get in the car and get out. He jotted down the license plate and called it in to Tyler, who was working the desks presently. It was just on the off chance the car wasn’t hers. If the it could be traced back to someone else and they had a record of crime, they’d know shortly. For now, he spotted a bit more. Some of the shrubs that decorated the expansive countryside house had a few broken twigs. As he leaned closer, he noticed something a bit gooey.
It was translucent in color, almost missable to the naked eye had not the flashlight caught its gloss.
“Hey, check this out,” he called out to Antonio. “This is weird.”
What officer on the job didn’t bring anything to collect evidence? He reached into a small pack on his holster, applying gloves and grabbing a cotton swab. He collected a little of the slime like substance, holding it up into the air for them to look at closely before dropping it into a small ziplock bag. As he looked a bit closely, he noticed odd footprints in the snow that let up the small set of steps onto the front porch and perhaps onward into the house. D’Anton moved a bit slowly, if just to examine what was on the porch.
“I suppose if they’re yanking our chain, some credit had to be given,” he explained. “So far nothing seems to elude they’ve staged a crime scene this time around.”