"Alright. Heads-up, though. I'm not available during nights. I work two jobs. It gets.... Busy." He mentioned it casually as he stood and headed for the door.

Bluebell followed him and opened the door for him and walked out. She walked down the steps of her apartment building and went outside.

Waiting for Wraith was a sleek black Ducati motorcycle. The helmet was hung on the handle of the bike. "Do you want me to sent the address to you or are you gonna follow me?" He asked as he grabbed the dark helmet.

"I'll follow you" She answered as she opened the door to her big truck and climbed in. She started closed her door and started her engine as she buckled herself up.

Wraith mounted his Ducati, sliding the helmet on and starting the motorcycle up. He backed out of the driveway, then glanced back to make sure Bluebell was following.

Bluebell followed him closely in her truck. She turned on her radio to entertained herself.

As the pair arrived at the crime scene, Wraithgot off his motorcycle, parking it beside the seemingly endless strands of Caution Tape wrapped around the area. A few police officers were there, approaching the newcomers and mentioning that they weren't allowed to be there. A quick flash of Wraith's badge, and they quickly shut up. The drow glanced behind him. "Hurry up, kid. We only have so much time."

Bluebell quickly got out of her truck and followed him. She looked down at the crime scene and studied it.

The outline of the body was set in the very center of the crime scene, and by the looks of the way it was laying, the body had been carefully and neatly placed there. Blood spattered the ground, yet no trace of footprints or anything of the like graced the area- in fact, it was as if the man had stabbed himself, then laid down and died peacefully. Wraith also studied it, though he already had. He was there when it happened.