Officer Jenks let Otter run with her diatribe. Feral saw him give the other cop a nod, though. The two cops followed Otter toward the basement. Jenks went downstairs with Otter, his baton in one hand. He left his sidearm in its holster at his hip, but the clasp had been undone. Down in the basement, Officer Jenks spotted T-dawg, then he looked at the paper-wrapped thing, then at Otter.
"Your ID, Ms. Cotter." He was bulldoggish in his persistence.
"State your name and gimme your identification," Jenks barked at T-dawg, in a tone far less kind than the one he'd been using with Otter. He didn't inquire anymore whether any of the occupants were injured; instead, he kept his back to the stairs and distance between himself, Otter, T-dawg, and the item wrapped in paper.
The other officer stopped in the hallway outside of the kitchen. He eyed the floor, then he looked at J.R.
"What's this?" He pointed at the remnants of streaks on the hallway floor.
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Where did Feral go, [MENTION=6755061]Kiraya_TiDrekan[/MENTION]? I need you to declare.
I assume Cyril is still in the kitchen, [MENTION=95059]Forged Fury[/MENTION]?
Make a Bluff check, [MENTION=4936]Shayuri[/MENTION].
If J.R. speaks anything other than the truth to the officer's question, [MENTION=6763059]Rubberneck[/MENTION], you need to provide a Bluff check.
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