This was the first big case that came into the village in a while and it had been phoned in which meant there probably wasn't going to be a lot of mystery to solve. Of course, she'd have to figure out if the person who did the killing was going to be charged with anything. Apparently it had been self defense.
She approached the shop and knocked on the door as she opened it. "Hello?" Her badge was clearly visible on her belt as she entered. Two uniform men kept guard around the body so as to not disturb the crime scene.
"Come in," Kilrenko calls. The same voice as on the phone.
The shop proprietoress stands near the phone, in a black suit-dress. The first two fingers of her right hand (index & middle) look to have been dipped in blood. Spray covers her hand, arm, chest and face. There are bruises forming around her neck and some along her forearms.
The careful arrangement of items for display are scattered from the fight.
Kilrenko notes the investigating officer isn't anyone she knows and says, "Hello. I'm the one who called. Please call me Moira."
Kil shrugs. "He came in and punched me in the face. While I was down, he shouted something about 'Effing Visitors,' and pardon me for not giving his exact wording, but I try not to swear at police, and how we 'should all go to our effing homes.' I stood up and started fighting back."
She indicates the scattered antiques. "We fought for a bit - I was fighting my training and doing my best not to kill him until he got his hands around my throat and started squeezing.
"At that point self-preservation took over and I punched my fingers through his left and right carotids and jugulars." She holds up her two blood-soaked fingers. "And with my left hand pushed him away. He went through the window and probably bled to death in moments. He was very likely unconscious before hitting the ground."
The creature had been exploring; this was what he did these days, perhaps more bravely than he had been doing before. He saw the broken glass and, curious, he went to explore, not thinking of the glass and his bare feet. When he saw Moira, he started. She was covered in blood - !
He made a low, growled sound, darting forward to see who had hurt her; to hurt them.
Kil hears the familiar voice making an unfamiliar sound and looks up, then rushes to try and meet him outside the immediate crime scene.
"Hey, hey, hey!" she calls as she tries to put on a reassuring look. "I'm alright, I'm not hurt. Well, much," she conceeds. "He got in a couple of solid hits, but I'm mostly unhurt."
She sees the glass, and his bare feet and murmurs just for his ears, "Mind your feet. Don't want you getting hurt..."
"I'm fine," she murmurs as he touches her face, smiling gently. "Just a little bloody nose and some bruises."
She looks at his feet again, then back up to him. "We should get you some shoes, if you're going to walk through glass to see me very often..." It's a gentle tease, but also gently serious.
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She approached the shop and knocked on the door as she opened it. "Hello?" Her badge was clearly visible on her belt as she entered. Two uniform men kept guard around the body so as to not disturb the crime scene.
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The shop proprietoress stands near the phone, in a black suit-dress. The first two fingers of her right hand (index & middle) look to have been dipped in blood. Spray covers her hand, arm, chest and face. There are bruises forming around her neck and some along her forearms.
The careful arrangement of items for display are scattered from the fight.
Kilrenko notes the investigating officer isn't anyone she knows and says, "Hello. I'm the one who called. Please call me Moira."
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"Hi, Moira." She nodded to the woman. "I'm Audrey. And I saw your friend out there." She gestured behind here where the dead body would be outside.
"Mind explaining what happened, exactly?"
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She indicates the scattered antiques. "We fought for a bit - I was fighting my training and doing my best not to kill him until he got his hands around my throat and started squeezing.
"At that point self-preservation took over and I punched my fingers through his left and right carotids and jugulars." She holds up her two blood-soaked fingers. "And with my left hand pushed him away. He went through the window and probably bled to death in moments. He was very likely unconscious before hitting the ground."
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He made a low, growled sound, darting forward to see who had hurt her; to hurt them.
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"Hey, hey, hey!" she calls as she tries to put on a reassuring look. "I'm alright, I'm not hurt. Well, much," she conceeds. "He got in a couple of solid hits, but I'm mostly unhurt."
She sees the glass, and his bare feet and murmurs just for his ears, "Mind your feet. Don't want you getting hurt..."
(ooc: Edited for clarity)
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She looks at his feet again, then back up to him. "We should get you some shoes, if you're going to walk through glass to see me very often..." It's a gentle tease, but also gently serious.
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