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APL Financial Miami, lobby
Josh: *steps under tape*
Natalia: *lowers camera, smiles* Hey Josh.
Josh: What do we have?
Natalia: Employee here called us; Prescilla Waffer, 42 years old was found on the other side of the lobby from an apparent suicide.
Josh: Where does she work?
Natalia: 48th floor. There's a broken window upstairs.
Josh: Where's the victim?
Natalia: Out back.
Josh: *nods*
Behind building
Josh: *looks around* I see blood. Where is she?
Natalia: Look up.
Josh: *looks up* ...Impaled on the light standard.
Natalia: Alexx is going to have a field day.
Josh: *looks down at ground*
Natalia: *snaps pictures*
Josh: *picks up shoe*
Natalia: CEO's waiting to send everyone home but at the moment, he's keeping them away from the windows. My guys have a tarp ready.
Josh: I'll go upstairs and speak with the employees.
Natalia: *nods*
Josh: *steps away*
Natalia: Quick! What kind of shoe is that!
Josh: *looks back* Red.
Natalia: *smiles*
Josh: *smirks, walks away*
48th floor, bullpen
Bob: *looks at watch*
Frederick: She always seemed too wacky to kill herself.
Chloe: Shut up, Freddie.
Frederick: You should have seen her plow through the glass. *laughs* It was classic.
Bob: You want to be next?
Frederick: *looks at Bob*
Bob: Zip it.
Josh: *walks over*
Bob: *lifts eyes*
Josh: *extends hand* Robert.
Bob: *grabs Josh's hand* Speedle.
Josh: *lowers hand* I need to ask you guys some questions about what happened. Did any of you see it happen?
Chloe: I just heard a crash.
Frederick: Prescilla was always nuts. She dressed her dogs in human clothes.
Chloe: She would never do this. She was a happy person.
Frederick: People who wear 10 000 pounds of makeup and leotards are not happy. They're delusional.
Josh: Do you know if she had a doctor or psychiatrist?
Bob: Our department has a mental health specialist. She may have been seeing him.
Frederick: Wait, we have a shrink?
Chloe: Time to take advantage, Freddie.
Frederick: Shut up, I don't need one.
Josh: So none of you actually saw what happened.
Bob: I was in my office. Chloe and Frederick were the only ones in the office with her.
Josh: *writing*
Bob: *stares at Josh*
Josh: *lifts eyes*
Bob: *looks down at floor*
Josh: *smirks*
Frederick: *looks at Chloe*
Chloe: *shrugs*
Frederick: Do you two know each other or something?
Bob: It's been a long time.
Josh: *nods*
Frederick: *smiles* Hey, I see what this is. You guys were bum-buddies.
Bob: *frowns*
Chloe: Freddie. *slaps Frederick*
Frederick: Ow. What? I think it's romantic.
Chloe: No you don't.
Frederick: I might someday.
Josh: Back to Prescilla.
Frederick: Right. Case closed. *salutes*
Josh: No, not case closed. But why don't you two head home for the day.
Chloe: *looks at Bob*
Bob: *nods*
Chloe/Frederick: *walk away*
Bob: I'm sorry about him.
Josh: It's alright. Why don't you take me over to the scene.
Bob: Sure.
Near broken window
Josh: *kneels*
Bob: ...How have you been?
Josh: *places hand on floor* I've been alright. You?
Bob: Could be worse.
Josh: *looks around* Do your employees run in the office?
Bob: *crosses arms* Sure, I guess. If a deadline needs to be done, packages are delivered...sometimes there are emergencies.
Josh: *stands, smirks* Trading emergencies.
Bob: You'd be surprised.
Josh: Well, there's bleaching on the carpet that's been caused by direct sunlight through this window.
Bob: Okay.
Josh: The dark spot has an interesting shape. As if there was a cord running across the floor.
Bob: *looks down at floor*
Josh: Did anyone touch or move anything?
Bob: Not that I know of.
Josh: *leans over window*
Bob: You think she tripped?
Josh: *reaches down, lifts cord from ledge*
Bob: Oh my.
Josh: *stands* Sad way to go.
Bob: I feel awful about this...it's something that didn't need to happen.
Josh: Hopefully you have good lawyers.
Bob: We have the best. Not that I won't compensate the family, mind you.
Josh: *nods* Good to know.
Bob: I hope I'm not being too forward, but...how's Ethan?
Josh: He's great.
Bob: That's excellent. He's a very bright boy.
Josh: He is.
Bob: *scratches head*
Josh: Why don't you come over for dinner tonight.
Bob: *smiles* I'd love to.
Josh: 7pm?
Bob: I'll be there.
TBC..................
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APL Financial Miami, lobby
Josh: *steps under tape*
Natalia: *lowers camera, smiles* Hey Josh.
Josh: What do we have?
Natalia: Employee here called us; Prescilla Waffer, 42 years old was found on the other side of the lobby from an apparent suicide.
Josh: Where does she work?
Natalia: 48th floor. There's a broken window upstairs.
Josh: Where's the victim?
Natalia: Out back.
Josh: *nods*
Behind building
Josh: *looks around* I see blood. Where is she?
Natalia: Look up.
Josh: *looks up* ...Impaled on the light standard.
Natalia: Alexx is going to have a field day.
Josh: *looks down at ground*
Natalia: *snaps pictures*
Josh: *picks up shoe*
Natalia: CEO's waiting to send everyone home but at the moment, he's keeping them away from the windows. My guys have a tarp ready.
Josh: I'll go upstairs and speak with the employees.
Natalia: *nods*
Josh: *steps away*
Natalia: Quick! What kind of shoe is that!
Josh: *looks back* Red.
Natalia: *smiles*
Josh: *smirks, walks away*
48th floor, bullpen
Bob: *looks at watch*
Frederick: She always seemed too wacky to kill herself.
Chloe: Shut up, Freddie.
Frederick: You should have seen her plow through the glass. *laughs* It was classic.
Bob: You want to be next?
Frederick: *looks at Bob*
Bob: Zip it.
Josh: *walks over*
Bob: *lifts eyes*
Josh: *extends hand* Robert.
Bob: *grabs Josh's hand* Speedle.
Josh: *lowers hand* I need to ask you guys some questions about what happened. Did any of you see it happen?
Chloe: I just heard a crash.
Frederick: Prescilla was always nuts. She dressed her dogs in human clothes.
Chloe: She would never do this. She was a happy person.
Frederick: People who wear 10 000 pounds of makeup and leotards are not happy. They're delusional.
Josh: Do you know if she had a doctor or psychiatrist?
Bob: Our department has a mental health specialist. She may have been seeing him.
Frederick: Wait, we have a shrink?
Chloe: Time to take advantage, Freddie.
Frederick: Shut up, I don't need one.
Josh: So none of you actually saw what happened.
Bob: I was in my office. Chloe and Frederick were the only ones in the office with her.
Josh: *writing*
Bob: *stares at Josh*
Josh: *lifts eyes*
Bob: *looks down at floor*
Josh: *smirks*
Frederick: *looks at Chloe*
Chloe: *shrugs*
Frederick: Do you two know each other or something?
Bob: It's been a long time.
Josh: *nods*
Frederick: *smiles* Hey, I see what this is. You guys were bum-buddies.
Bob: *frowns*
Chloe: Freddie. *slaps Frederick*
Frederick: Ow. What? I think it's romantic.
Chloe: No you don't.
Frederick: I might someday.
Josh: Back to Prescilla.
Frederick: Right. Case closed. *salutes*
Josh: No, not case closed. But why don't you two head home for the day.
Chloe: *looks at Bob*
Bob: *nods*
Chloe/Frederick: *walk away*
Bob: I'm sorry about him.
Josh: It's alright. Why don't you take me over to the scene.
Bob: Sure.
Near broken window
Josh: *kneels*
Bob: ...How have you been?
Josh: *places hand on floor* I've been alright. You?
Bob: Could be worse.
Josh: *looks around* Do your employees run in the office?
Bob: *crosses arms* Sure, I guess. If a deadline needs to be done, packages are delivered...sometimes there are emergencies.
Josh: *stands, smirks* Trading emergencies.
Bob: You'd be surprised.
Josh: Well, there's bleaching on the carpet that's been caused by direct sunlight through this window.
Bob: Okay.
Josh: The dark spot has an interesting shape. As if there was a cord running across the floor.
Bob: *looks down at floor*
Josh: Did anyone touch or move anything?
Bob: Not that I know of.
Josh: *leans over window*
Bob: You think she tripped?
Josh: *reaches down, lifts cord from ledge*
Bob: Oh my.
Josh: *stands* Sad way to go.
Bob: I feel awful about this...it's something that didn't need to happen.
Josh: Hopefully you have good lawyers.
Bob: We have the best. Not that I won't compensate the family, mind you.
Josh: *nods* Good to know.
Bob: I hope I'm not being too forward, but...how's Ethan?
Josh: He's great.
Bob: That's excellent. He's a very bright boy.
Josh: He is.
Bob: *scratches head*
Josh: Why don't you come over for dinner tonight.
Bob: *smiles* I'd love to.
Josh: 7pm?
Bob: I'll be there.
TBC..................