The motor of his computer hummed as Lt. Marcus Remington sat down to type up his latest report: Homicide: Bradley case.

June the fifth, 2004

2:34 P. M.

Victim, twenty-four year old Caucasian female, name-Jennifer Bradley (called 'Jen' by close friends and relatives)

Body found, alleyway on 12th and Main street-7:37 A. M., discovered by Lisa Jenkins, neighbor, no apparent assault or robbery, no weapon found as yet

Cause of death, gunshot to the head-close range

Time of death, between 9 and 10 P.M. on June the fourth, 2004

Suspect, ex-boyfriend Carl Jameson-arrested March 12th, 2003 for suspicion of theft-brought in for questioning on June fifth, 2004 approximately 1 P. M.

"Rem!" He faced the caller, the captain. "How's that account comin' so far?" He shouted across the precinct, straining to keep his eyes open. Captain Lazreth, first name: James, had been up since 6 A. M. the previous day working to finalize his testimony in another case.
Marcus, also called Marc, turned to him, eyes darting up to meet the Captain's without delay. "Sir, it's almost finished."
"Thank god." he muttered, without even thinking about it; then, he quickly recovered with "I mean, good job!" upon realizing he'd voiced his opinion aloud previously.