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Eric made a small disgusted sound at the thought of talking to the girl. He didn't like the questioning part when it came to victims. He had to be "gentle" with them because of their "traumatic experience." It just wasted time. "Crime scene. You can question her afterwards." he answered. He would just send the detective off to question the girl herself, but he wouldn't trust trust her doing things on her own just yet. Besides, he needed to see how she'd do in a crime scene. A lot of his previous partners couldn't hold their own while with him. He doubted she'd be much different, but it was best to make sure. "Now hurry up, and get to the address I gave you." The man looked over to Jayleigh briefly to see what was holding her up, and then slumped further into his seat while he brought his attention back to his window.

Eric had wasted enough time waiting for Jayleigh to finish read that file. He didn't have time to wait for her to get a dumb key too. Figuring she'd keep the landlord busy, Eric went up the stairs and to the apartment that was listed in the file. Out of his pockets came a lock pick, and with that he was quickly inside the room. He figured he wouldn't get in trouble for it if the landlord was already willing to give them the key. Eric began to look around the apartment, looking for the blood and signs of breaking and entering, and of a struggle of some sort.

"This stopped being private property when it became a crime scene." Eric reasoned while he looked in an opened cabinet. He continued to look elsewhere, pondering more on what the attacker was looking for more than anything else. "That was obvious when I was picking the lock." he said in response to Jayleigh's suggestion to it was someone the victim knew. "That's something to ask about when we visit the girlfriend." Eric looked around some more, turning to search another area more thoroughly. Then suddenly he felt something beneath his shoe. He looked down, and pulled his foot away from the object. Bending down, he picked the item up with a gloved hand. It looked like a charm that had been broken off of a key chain. It was a simple leather piece cut into a circle with the engravings of the initials JM on it. Curious. The man stood up with the charm in between his fingers. He walked over to Jayleigh, and handed it to her to see what she would say about it. "What do you make of this?" He tested, shoving his hands into his deep coat pockets.

"Tch" Eric made an indignant sound before snatching the charm from Jayleigh. "Idiot. Why would I plant evidence? Pay more attention." He flicked the girl's head for accusing him of such foolery. He has better things to do. He turned on heel, and walked off while shoving the charm in his pocket. He needed to see the blood. Although, he doubted his power would help much. When he found the blood, he crouched in front of it. It was drying, but he dipped his gloved finger in it anyway. He brought the bit of blood that was on his fingers to his nose to sniff it. At least this way he can identify a body if he finds the right one.

Eric rolled his eyes as he wiped off his glove with a wipe from his pocket (he has a lot of this in his pockets, one of the being a packet of wipes, another being a couple of baggies.) After cleaning his fingertips, the man took the charm and a baggy out. He stood to deliberately face Jayleigh, and then slipped the charm into the baggy. He sealed it, and held it in his fingers to show his new partner. With a raised eyebrow he said, "Happy?" He jauntily flung the baggy to her, and then brushed past her to leave. "We're finished here. Lock the door on your way out." Eric exited the apartment. He stood outside the doorway for a couple seconds to enjoy the peace until a loud skid sound was heard. The man looked to his right, and to his surprise was a figure dropping from the railing. Eric's eyes went wide, and he didn't hesitate to run to the railing. He watched the figure turn the corner. Everything in his head said to chase this person, and thus he obeyed. He hopped over the railing, but clung to it still as his feet met the railing below that. He hopped down onto the roof of a car from there, and then was gone.

The person had gotten a good head start, so Eric was some feet behind, but not too far behind to not track the figure's moves. It looked like the figure was a man, and used to running away. But Eric was also used to chasing. His car sped past him as the figure turned to an alley. Jayleigh parked in the entrance, and Eric prayed that the alley would be a dead end. He jumped onto the trunk of his car, and hopped off from the roof, and into the alley. A fence stood in the figure's way, and he pathetically tried to climb it. All this jumping and running, and this man couldn't get over a fence? The guy glanced back to see his situation. Eric casually approached the figure. "s**t." the man said as he tugged at the piece of fence that took hold of his baggy pants. "Daggot?" Eric said as he looked up at the scruffy man with the horrendous yellow hoodie and army green cargo pants. "Yo! Eric, listen pal, I didn't know this was your case. Honest!"
"What did you do, Daggot?" Eric asked with slight irritation.
"Nothin', I swear! You were already there before I could anythin'!"
Eric sighed irritably. He grabbed hold of the annoying informant, and pulled him off the fence, causing his cargo pants to rip at the leg. Daggot hit the ground with a thud and an oof! "Yo! These were new pants, dude!"
"And yet they're no uglier than they already were. What the hell were you doing, Daggot? Talk or that gang that's after you will be the least of your worries."
"Ay, ay! I'm calling harassment!"
Eric growled impatiently.

Daggot looked back when he heard a woman's voice. He started in surprise when he noticed the gun aimed at his head. "Jesus! Eric, call her off!" He yelped as he shielded his head as if that would defend him. Eric grinned. "Start talking, or I'll have my new partner shoot." He threatened. Daggot looked up like a hurt puppy, but this didn't phase the detective. "Detective, go ahe--"
"Yo, yo, yo! Hold up! Daggot pleaded, pulling himself on his knees. Eric grimaced with impatience. Daggot sighed. "I just heard that someone got shanked or something in the apartment and died. I thought it was good game."
"You were going to break into an apartment to steal from the recently deceased?"
"Well, yeah. I gotta make a livin' somehow." Eric pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. All this time wasted on this idiot. "Just shoot him already, detective." he grumbled. Daggot let out a shrill as his arms wrapped his head pathetically.