David is half way through Tyler's defense when he hears a gunshot outside.

David and Tyler both leap to their feet, but David gets there first. The gun shot went off forty seconds ago, but the murderer is gone and there's a crowd around Craig, gasping and whispering. Tyler stops dead in his tracks, mumbling a faint. "No."

David gets to work, pushing citizens back. "No one leaves until I say so! I am police, I will be taking all of your statements!" He shouts, knocking down a teenager's phone. "Do something useful with that thing other then filming the body and call backup." He growls, shouting at a man as he tries to skirt away.

Tyler's eyes are wide as he looks down at Craig's body, his eyes still open and his legs bent unnaturally underneath him. Blood is still bubbling from the sound in his head, slowly but surely, and making a puddle under his head. Tyler didn't care about Luke, Luke was a client, there are dozens of others. But this is Mini. Craig. Craig Thompson.

One minute. One minute and Craig would be alive. One minute.

Two minutes.

The police cars show up, and witnesses are dragged off for statements, and yellow tap is strung everywhere. Even Tyler is dragged away, asked for a statement. Men go up and down the streets with guns, looking for the killer. The news shows up and David can't help but to growl when a microphone is shoved in his face.

David lets the reporter hound another cop as he walks over to Tyler, who's sitting on the hood of a police car with a shock blanket over his shoulder. "Tyler. I'm sorry but, I need that name."

Tyler nods, rubbing his hands together as they start to hurt. "Jonathan Denis, that's his name. He uh, started coming around here about six months ago. He usually took Evan, but then he got too clingy and I had to suspend his privileges. He took Ohm, instead. Then Luke came along, and he stopped. I haven't seen him in a month or so."

"Alright, thank you Tyler." David says, jumping into his car. Whoever this murderer is has started killing in broad daylight, so David thinks it's wise that he turns on his sirens. He goes to Lui's house, like he promised, to get Lui clean clothes but the door is wide open. He runs inside, but no one is there, not even the evidence markers or the blood dripping down the staircase. Every door in the house is flung open, a few things are even turned over. David is suddenly very, very glad Lui and Evan stayed with him.

He grabs Lui some clothing and jumps back into his car, driving to the station. David nearly storms inside, dropping his notepad onto the desk. He slumps at his desk and starts typing, logging into the database and then opening up a tracker. He types in Jonathan Denis, gritting his teeth before he starts chewing on his tongue.

"Two accounts of assault, three accounts of assault with a deadly weapon, arson- Jesus." David swears, going through a rap sheet David never wants to look at again. "Schizophrenic, pill abuser, why isn't this guy in the loony bin?" He thinks aloud.

"Who should be in the loony bin, boss?" Brian asks, prancing over. Why is he never in the field? "Shit, that's one rap sheet."

"I know." David sighs, hitting print. "I think this guy is are murderer. He has crazy person motive, and a supporting record. I just need to find him."

Brian nods, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I heard about the stripper. Second one, right? Where are the other two, they could be next."

David wonders if he should answer truthfully. "My house."

"Why??" Brian asks loudly, lowering his voice. "You didn't get permission to do that!"

"It wasn't my idea, Evan and Lui asked for protection." David snaps, looking up Jonathan's current address. "It was wise, too. I stopped at Lui's place and it was torn apart, but certainly not by the officers there."

Brian snickers, licking lips. "What was it like spending the night with strippers under your roof, sir?"

David tries not to blush, thinking of last night, or more fairly this morning, before he glares Brian down. "Not only is that highly unprofessional, but that is quite rude, officer. Return to your desk immediately." He orders, writing down the address in his notebook and storming off to his car.

He decides to go check on Evan and Lui.