Sgt. Canter looks down at the statements and sighs. He seems to sigh quite often.
"Very odd," He seems to mutter to himself. "Very, very odd."
Kristof takes off his glasses and rubs them with his shirt. "Yes, absolutely. May I ask, Officer Canter, what is it you think that happened here?"
Sgt. Canter looks up and leans back in the chair which creaks out a protest. "Officially, it looks like a robbery gone wrong. There are several reports on the books over the years on various break-ins to this address, but it's never involved weapons that I can tell. Perhaps they've never been confronted before, this... 'i' Society. But whatever they wanted, I think they found it in that safe. I did an inventory of what remains, and I didn't find anything left in there that could be considered 'valuable'. Old books. Notes. Lots of odd notes." Sgt. Canter scratches his head. "There were some odd black smudges on the drawer and in the corner. We took samples to do an analysis. Oh! And that drawer. Didn't find anything unusual there. Just some school paperwork, term papers and such."
Another officer leans in through the kitchen door. "Sergeant? We're all done here." Canter looks up. "Thanks, Jack. I'll be out in a minute. Warm up the car for me, will you?" The officer disappears, and Canter stands up.
"Well, I think that's it for now. I've got your statements, your contact information... I appreciate your cooperation, all of you." He turns to Julia. "Mrs. Pickman, I am sorry for your loss and what happened here today. You can be sure that our department will do it's best to find these characters and put them away." Canter puts on his trenchcoat and hat, and stuffs your statements into a small briefcase. "I'm also sorry that you had to read that letter, Mrs. Pickman. I'm not sure exactly what it means, but it was important to know about all possible suspects. We'll try and find this 'Tracy', and see if she's involved. You say she was a member of the i Society as well?" Julia nods slowly and lowers her head.
Sergeant Canter looks to each of you and extends his hand. "Kristoff, Dr. Silver, nice to meet you. You too, Randy. I hope that skin condition clears up soon." He turns to leave.
OOC: Any questions for the departing Sergeant Canter? Next post by me: ~11am EST Friday May 31. If no questions by that time, I'll move forward.