[Sira Hunter]

“Captain, I believe we have what we need here. Her killer was left handed, about 5' 7” and probably weighed around 190 to 250 pounds and used a gun or crowbar as the murder weapon.” Sira said as he glanced to the older, tall man in front of her. She was walking out of an apartment room with the man she called Captain and talking to him about the murder.

The Captain nodded, “So we need to find the weapon and our suspect. We have five witnesses who only heard something but only one saw the body five hours after the victim was killed. The witnesses that heard what was probably an argument said she had a man with her.”

Sira gave a stern frown, “Find that man and we have our suspect, Wattson.” She said to him in a very serious tone, before she returned to her calming state of mind. “Now, if you excuse me, I have a lunch date with a witness.”

“Lunch date?” Wattson stared at her in confusion as she left the building, “lunch date...” He scoffed and returned to his business with the crime scene.

Sira walked down the street from the apartment building, walking towards a sandwich restaurant. She was wearing her dark navy suit since she was with the police, but didn't wear her hat since she hated hats unless they looked good on her. Besides this was a witness... Good looking, but she needed information and more clues. What did the witness hear?

A good question, but she won't know til she meets her witness.

((Anyone is open to be the witness))

[Casey Jones]

Earlier...

"All right, c'mon toots. Think you had a little too much ta' drink, huh?" Casey smirked, knowing that some people just couldn't hold their liquor. He placed one arm around the woman and helped her out of the club where she just finished downing a whole family size order of drinks. Eventually, Casey walked the girl to her apartment where she had explained earlier how she was depressed and rather unhappy living there. The guy she was with didn't really get it, mistreated her often. That was one of the reasons he decided to walk her home in case this guy started to show his ass; not around Casey he wouldn't. Casey simply wouldn't allow him to hurt her.

Sure, she had problems but everyone did. The poor chick was just a slave to the bottle but explained that living with that douche bag since before she could remember drove her to do so, and most people understood. She was a regular at the club and had a lot of friends there that could vouch in her defense. "Okay, easy does it... just a little more, almost there..." Casey exclaimed as he helped her up the steps to reach her level. Despite his own opinions, Casey was shooed away after she pleaded for him to go. That she was fine and just needed to lie down for a bit. Casey exited the apartment with a shrug and decided that she was probably right. After all, who was he?

But just as soon as he began walking off he could hear the commotion. It poured out unto the streets, every neighboring room flipped their lights on and could overhear the struggle. The argument was getting worse. Casey sighed and shook his head figuring that it would just need a little time to get worked out between them. Hell, he wasn't going to barge in and try to be her savior or something. He didn't really know her outside of the club but the two had their usual chats. Casey was just easy to talk to. The shouting had gotten worse but Casey decided to continue walking away and maybe it would calm down in a few minutes. But it didn't. It became more violent. He could hear things being thrown around.

Still, the would-be heroic walked off with his head lowered in guilt. He should be up there busting that guy up bad for what he was saying and screaming to her but it... just wasn't his fight. A few hours later, Casey had downed a few drinks himself at the club and decided it was time to take his leave for the night. He passed the apartment complex once more with concern but noticed others had their lights off and her room was still lit up. Casey, knowing he shouldn't, raced up to the room just to check on her. He leaned in and knocked a couple of times but no one answered the door... didn't have to. The door slowly swung open from his knocking. It was a little too quiet and he knew that didn't sound right.

"Hello? Hey, you in here? Just stopped by ta' see if everything was all good now... Ya' home?" Casey asked in concerned shouts. Just then, he spotted her lifeless corpse sprawled across the floor and droplets of blood scattered about. Casey's eyes widened in shock and worry but he was pretty certain of who did it; only he wasn't around. Some of the neighbors came around and began peeking into the room and saw what Casey had seen. Speculations arose until he calmly tried explaining his being there. Some of them bought it, others didn't. Casey was a suspect... wonderful.

Currently, he had been waiting around the nearest restaurant. Nothing big, just a quaint little eatery nearby to try and collect himself from what happened. The cops were already over there and had been questioning some of the neighbors. He was still a little bit in shock but tried to just shut his eyes and relax, no matter how difficult it was. But out of the corner of his eye, Casey noticed one of the cops, a female detective it looked like, approaching the eatery and her eyes were burning a hole through him. "... Find out anything, officer? Who did it?" he asked curiously. If it was her man, like he assumed this whole time, that guy would be missing both his kneecaps soon enough. Casey would see to it.

[Sira Hunter]

Detective Sira saw her witness and approached him, kindly smiled at him before sitting down across from him at the table he was sitting in, “I am sorry to say it is murder, dear friend, while I am not completely sure of the culprit but I have a hunch it is the man she had been rooming with.” She answered, “By the way, I am Sira Hunter, detective under the homicide division. And you must be Casey Jones... My witness.”

She smiled calmly, she knew he didn't do it.. He wasn't the victim's roommate and he was taller than the killer, probably weighed more as well. So he had to know the victim, but there was a concern—he was the last person that saw her, so it would make him a liable suspect. But did he have the alibi? “I need you to tell me what you know about Amanda Kirkwood, the woman that was killed five hours before you found her dead. What was your relationship with her?” She said sternly and professionally, “And calmly, for I am not accusing you of murdering her, I just need enough information to find her killer and bring justice for what happened to her.”

Sira intertwined her fingers together over the table, course a waiter came by and asked if they would like anything to eat or drink. She glanced to the waiter and ordered a sandwich without any vegetables and a cup of black coffee before returning her attention to Casey.

[Casey Jones]

Casey remained calm and collected since he wasn't actually close to Amanda but he did know her. It was a sad loss because of all the crap she had to endure from the guy she was staying with. Inside, Casey was slamming his own head against the pavement for not having stepped in when things got nasty. The waitress came by but he put his hand up to imply he wanted nothing at the moment... nothing but justice. The crazed sportsman knew that eventually he would have to throw on the hockey mask and catch this punk before he harmed another innocent girl.

He leaned against the wall with his feet stretched out along his seat and an elbow rested along the table. Casey ran a gloved hand through his dark locks and gave a deep sigh before turning to stare at Det. Hunter. "Well, I didn't know her personally. But she hung around the club just around the block from here. Everyone knew why she went there. The guy she was with, nothin' but trouble. Always yellin' and cussin' at her, sometimes even hit her..." Casey grit his teeth and could feel his right fist clenching tight. She didn't deserve any of that but he assumed the guy thought she was cheating or something.

"She was a regular, y'know, a barfly. Amanda could be a little promiscuous but she never let it get too far. Hell, I even flirt with her on occasion. I just brought her home a while ago 'cause I was concerned. Had a lot to drink, was staggerin', puttin' herself in danger so I walked her home. Walked with her in case that slimeball had somethin' to say... I knew he wouldn't say jack if I was there..." the vigilante remarked rather arrogantly. But he was right! That chump never said anything to her whenever he was there hanging out with her and maybe that was why. Casey doesn't come off as weak or pathetic.

Casey glanced over at Det. Hunter and smiled a little. He tried not to think too much about it but realized that some of the neighbors thought he was the one responsible. Not even close. Casey wanted to help her even but she didn't want it. "I'm Casey Jones, yeah. Yeah, well, nice meetin' ya' Ms. Hunter but unless ya' need anything else..." he shrugged.

[Sira Hunter]

“I see..” Sira pondered as she listened to his story, there was no sign of lying, nothing she couldn't sense or notice. “So her roommate abused her, it could very well connect him as a suspect. I just need to meet him.” she said as the waiter walked away to get what she ordered. The detective mentally went over all the clues she had found and was found at the scene of the crime, “What do you know about her roommate, Thomas Ross? Other than his constant disagreement with her and the abuse?” She asked calmly.

The waiter returned with the meat sandwich and the coffee, setting them in front of her before walking away to take care of other customers. Sira picked up the coffee and took a drink before setting it down and proceeding with a small bite of the sandwich. She needed Casey around a little longer, whatever he knew is what she needed to catch the killer and bring justice. “Before I ask you any more questions, I would request that if you have anything you know, you come to me. What I would also request is not to go after the main suspect, I will do everything in my power to make sure he pays for what he did if he did kill her.” She said sternly, she had the hunch that Casey would go after the guy in revenge but she didn't want this...

She wanted proper justice, and the culprit will get what he deserves.

[Casey Jones]

Suddenly, Det. Hunter started asking about Thomas Ross. Casey's eyes began to narrow a little as he thought about that smug bastard. He was nothing but a worthless, useless -- well, you know. Casey brushed some hair behind his ear and ran it along the dark tendrils as his dark, hazel hues focused in thought. "The guy's a bum. All I ever saw of him was he was kinda jealous... he'd go to the bar just to scope out what she was up to. Until he locked on me," Casey smirked. He knew how to handle that type of asshole and ended up tossing him out several times for acting like some stalker. Ross could've easily passed for one with his looks.

Casey turned his head when the waiter approached with her meal. He was quite certain that the people in the restaurant were aware of what happened but nobody really cared. Amanda was just another victim. Det. Hunter seemed to enjoy her meal but started soon thereafter to make requests. This was why he normally avoided the law at any cost. They didn't want anyone to give the punk what he deserved but rather lock him up for a few years... not anymore. Casey glanced at Sira and threw his feet back down to the floor as he leaned over the table a bit with a sarcastic smirk. "Afraid I can't do that, Det. Hunter..."

Oh, he was serious all right! Casey clenched both fists tight and started to chuckle to himself about how "by-the-book" these types were. It wasn't enough that he had to kill someone but also might end up Scott free as well. Perfect. "Ya' see, some people need to see justice in a different light. No disrespect, officer, but c'mon... the guy killed an innocent woman and you want me to do nothin' about it? I'm the only one that would..." Casey scoffed, glancing around the shop at the pretenders and fakers in his vicinity. No one else gave a damn about an innocent life but Casey and his green crime-fighting pals. Maybe a little too much.

"Make no mistake about it, detective. I'll find this geek and I'll show him justice... and when he begs, I'll just hit him even harder! As hard as he hit her when she cried out for help." the crazed vigilante sportsman promised as his lips curled into a sadistic smirk. See, he was best at teaching criminals the difference between right and wrong. What better way to learn than with some physical therapy? He would don the hockey mask later in the night and pay Ross a little visit...

[Sira Hunter]

“Mr. Jones, I can see what you mean.. But... If he IS guilty, then I will make sure he gets more than just jail time. I would like time to get the evidence and meet the man, he is innocent until proven guilty and attacking him won't make your situation as a possible suspect with my colleagues any better.” Sira explained, keeping a soft and assuring glance towards Casey. “To be honest, my colleagues will be looking for ways to take you in, so best not give them a reason to. Trust me, I will know if something had happened in this case.”

She glanced down to the salt and pepper shakers that wasn't exactly in alignment and straightened them out. She did happen to have a slight problem with things being out of place, but she never lets it stop her from doing her job, “After all, you were actually the last person to see her, as we cannot find her roommate. Wherever he may be, he is Innocent until I find him guilty—and I cannot do that if I don't meet with him.” She explained very seriously.

Ms. Hunter didn't want Casey to loose his freedom just to seek his own justice, no.... Sira was the best Detective that Captain Wattson knew and highly respected, and if she was ever brought to a case—she always had solved it and always put the culprit away. While she doesn't exactly find herself that great, but she had nothing else to do with her life—so detective work was the next best thing, and luckily she doesn't have to deal with getting raped and miscarrying children ever again.

… But she still feared it. The horror of what she went through in the military, “I don't want you to risk your freedom just to show the man justice in your own way. I do appreciate that someone can do justice on their own, but my colleagues don't always have the same views I have—But! They do know that I am very good at my job, and that I always make sure the suspect gets what he deserves. A life for Life may not work, not sure torture is still legal here, it all depends on what my impression is for Ross. And I would really appreciate if he remains fresh from justice for at least four days so I can find everything I need to catch this man.”

[Casey Jones]

The overexcited and aggravated Casey kept his eyes narrowed as the detective explained to him that going his own route would be bad. She was right. For the NYPD, it would be the worst possible thing that he could do. Hell, going after Ross like that would certainly paint him in a terrible light to say the least; especially with him being a suspect. Casey thought it was stupid how he was a suspect and being held in question over her death. None of the bar patrons even defended him after what all he'd done for them. Guess being a hero wasn't what it was all cracked up to be. Casey was frustrated at this situation.

"No, I don't think you see what I mean detective. Everyone thinks I did this to her... I have to show 'em it wasn't me. I have to make Ross talk and I'm the only one that can. Four days too long," Casey scoffed, showing his dislike of the whole by-the-book strategy that Hunter was taking. Where were they when his dad's store was burned to the ground? Where was the NYPD when his old man was murdered by the Purple Dragons? Casey knew the cops would think whatever they wanted to think anyway so it didn't matter what he did... or didn't do. Casey hated that badge they wore on their uniforms. It was so restricting.

He angrily balled up his gloved fist and punched the table hard in agitation. "Y-you just don't understand, do ya' detective? I didn't do this to her! I wanted to help her and she... she told me to just go home. To leave her alone and let her handle him. I shoulda stayed, detective. I shoulda stayed..." he sighed as deep down he began to seethe. He was so angry over everything. Her death was a big deal, not only to him but to the local club as well. All fingers pointed toward Casey Jones and he had to clear his name, he just had to! Waiting four days would simply waste time. Casey knew this all too well.

"You wanna wait four days? You go right ahead, pal! I'm not gonna let him kill someone else and we both know that in a four-day period, it ain't impossible. You wear that badge all ya want, Hunter... I ain't wearin' a badge." the crazed sportsman scoffed as he placed his hand over his head and shut his eyes tight. He brushed his hair back and simply stared up at the ceiling not knowing that his hoodie was left unzipped just a little bit which revealed a portion of his familiar hockey mask. Casey noticed her eyes on him and he glanced over at her with furrowed brows. "What now? I offend the NYPD or somethin'? Good, maybe it'll motivate ya to catch this g-" and glanced down noticing that his mask was visible. This wasn't good.

Casey turned away and looked elsewhere as he slowly zipped up his hoodie. Yeah, he was the masked vigilante from the news and what of it?! The bat-wielding hero took in a deep breath and sighed a little. Now she probably figured out why he was going to go after Ross and why he felt that he could bring him to justice... he was Casey Jones, the hockey mask-wearing, bat-wielding maniac who beat common thugs, rapists and purse-snatchers within an inch of their lives. Boy, this day just kept getting better and better...

[Sira Hunter]

Sira gave a sigh, "For all you know, it could be the wrong guy, and I do not want to risk you getting a lawsuit, or worse--death penalty for manslaughter. The evidence had not pinned him for this, as his DNA is not in our databanks. If he is tied to the murder, then I would suggest not getting carried away with him when you teach him a lesson about what he did. For now he is a possible suspect and it shall remain such until further notice, and you are not to lay a harmful hand on him until I have proof that he did this to that poor woman. Is that clear, Mr. Jones?" She glared, crossing her arms over her chest. She needed the suspect unharmed, and she needed time. Forty-eight hours was enough time for her to put the man in jail to rot for the rest of his life with no bail. She just needed to convince him to give her that time.

"If you go through with this, you would not be any better than him. Justice like that no longer does the job, broken bones are broken bones... He can recover from that.. But what he can't recover is Mental Damage" She closed her eyes for awhile, taking a sip of her drink before setting it down. She didn't notice the mask, nor really had much attention to the fact he was hiding it--nor did she think it was important.. She just thought he was hiding his wallet or something he didn't want getting taken that belonged to him. People tend to have different ways of keeping their valuables stolen. "Forty-eight hours is enough time for me to find the truth and find him truly guilty of the crime. If you can give me that time, You'll have your chance in breaking him for doing what he did and I will not make any charges against you. Just don't kill him." She said, opening her eyes.

She hoped he would agree to this, as she did not want a banged up possible suspect before she could find him guilty, it would make getting the information she needed very difficult. What was she to do to get him to leave Thomas Ross alone for two days so she could find him guilty... but what if he wasn't? What if someone else did the killing? There were possibilities. "There are possibilities, maybe he didn't kill her, perhaps it was someone else? Perhaps he left her be after their argument and someone broke in and killed her? Or maybe someone impersonating Thomas? There are reasons that need to be thought on before pursuing on 'seeking justice', Jones. If you can give me forty-eight hours, I will be able to come up with some clue that will point to him or someone that killed her, and then you can do what you wish as long as death of the suspect is not brought into it."

[Casey Jones]

Casey listened to her, and to be perfectly honest he couldn't believe what he was hearing. She wanted him to stay as far away from the puke as humanly possible; but why? The vigilante kept a stern look on his brow as he glared over at her. His teeth wanted to grit so bad but he knew it would just make a nasty scene. Normally he didn't care but today was different. Someone who had trusted him with their own life had been murdered, beaten and murdered. It wasn't hard to realize what he must have been feeling. But to Ms. Hunter he was nothing more than an angry fool who was asking for a death wish. Maybe so, but he had every right to be upset. Casey sighed. "I understand, okay? I get it! But what I don't get is how you can play this off like nothin' even happened! She trusted me... with her life, alright? I brought her home. It was my fault this happened, right? You won't let me make this right," he strained. He was the reason she died that night. He took her home, she was killed. He was nowhere to be found. Some damn hero.

"No, you're wrong... I'd still be way better than him..." Casey scowled, his brown hues glancing over at Hunter's own every chance he got. Mental damage? Funny, everyone thinks why he is so insane and unhinged mentally is because he, too, suffered a lasting extent of damage to the head - thanks to Hun. What a bastard. The nutcase couldn't help but chuckle a little. This cop, she didn't know what she was doing. Maybe his way was a little sloppier, a little more nasty, but the fact of the matter was this guy would face the ultimate penalty for his crimes: Death! But Hunter was ambitious. She was ready to do the whole by-the-book procedure which would take two whole days... two days for him to kill another. "Look, I understand you have morals. But guys like this deserve a lot worse than a jail cell with a free bed and dine-in, alright?" the sportsman argued. Still, she wouldn't let up. This cop actually pleaded for him not to go on a spree tonight. What would it matter? This puke was hated for even more than just this crime!

Casey rested his elbow on the scratched maple tabletop, eyes enraged. But he knew he couldn't take on an entire police force. Jail wasn't exactly his idea of a summer vacation either. Giving an unrelenting sigh, Casey leaned in. ".... Deal. You take the time to find out who, or what, did this and if it turns out to be our pal Tommy then don't say I told ya' so! While yer out countin' heads and slappin' wrists, he's out killin' more. More like her, ya' know... innocents. But don't think I won't be watchin' because as soon as he turns up that's when you'll find me, Hunter! Ya' better bring more than your conversation skills next time," the vigilante remarked in a cold, unforgiving manner. He shoved the doors wide open and gave a few of the cops a nasty glare. Casey shrugged his shoulders and made a turn-around to attempt to avoid anymore of this wacko discussion. But if Hunter decided to follow him he wouldn't mind. Maybe this sports-crazed vigilante could use the company. But being alone was currently on his mind as he strolled the streets of New York once more as a ghost, a shadow. No one would know.

[Sira Hunter]

The detective was satisfied, for now at least. Perhaps later she might track him down for info on the suspect, see if there was something she missed, but at the moment--she had a puzzle to put together and she had two days to do it. "Hopefully I will be able to break Mr.Ross before Jones makes his move." She said mostly to herself, having made finished with her lunch before paying the bill and stepping out. Detective Hunter had another appointment that day, later at night with a relative, but other than that she had the rest of the day to find leads. Usually forty-eight hours where her records of solving cases once she got them, she had to find Thomas and keep him quarantined.

(lucid timing a bit)

Sira was able to track down Ross, he was working at some workshop and seemed surprised to learn of Amanda's Death, and during the talk... He said he was actually at work all night and didn't come home since he crashed at a friend's place. With the Detective's abilities, she shockingly found that he was not lying, she could not sense that he had the memory of doing such a thing to Kirkwood. This mean't that the relationship was just a rugged one, not one that would drive Thomas to killing her, he admitted that he loved her a great deal and knew he sometimes does stupid things and argue with her over things that don't matter. After the talk, she headed to check his file, noticed it was clean other than a few tickets for speeding and had a few car accidents. Goes to show that Thomas was a tad reckless at driving when it comes to his job and other things.

Yet... there was another thing she noticed, he had taken therapy and went to a psychologist to try to help with his issues so he would stop being that way to Amanda. Ross was struggling with stress, and was always worried for her... Jones never knew this? Detective hunter decided to make a copy of the file and the notes she made while speaking to Thomas for proof that Casey was wrong that it was him. Sira found that she was wrong about the suspect, herself. But now she had a new question.. Who did it? Who tried to frame Thomas Ross?

It was time to go to Jones once more... If she could find him. Her best bet was at night, since the day was ending. She had to follow the trail, his scent was interestingly particular...

"Jones, I know you are around, I spoken to Thomas Ross... He's not the guy. I admit, he seemed he would have a motive and opportunity.. He had anger issues, and was dealing with stress." She sighed, "but he didn't do it. I sensed it, there was no guilt in murdering.. there was only guilt that he didn't try hard enough to be a better man for her.

"I need to know, did Ross have any enemies that would attempt to frame him? Had the motive? Anyone that wanted him to have a record? I need a lead. If he did not have an enemy, there must have been something.. Maybe Amanda knew something, and someone wanted to shut her up."