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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 4918405" data-attributes="member: 79171">Clover found herself edging closer to the lights. The action. The murder.She was duped and drawn in, just like every other witness on the road. Clover imagined their faces. Not daring to look. How appalled they would all be. Pitiful. Some of them probably with children of their own, thinking of how their son or daughter could be next.She stood away from the group, watching Detective Brandt move through the crime scene like a bloodhound. Hot in the trail. However, Clover thought, if the victim was Suzie, the trail would soon run cold. Brandt would fail.She felt responsible! Yet utterly useless. She both hoped and didn't hope that it had been Suzie they had found. Finding the girl dead would offer Clover some hope that she had found her way to Heaven after all.But the girl would be dead, either way.She listened intently to the crowd from a distance, hoping to catch some idea of what had happened beyond what she had heard on the news.Hiding in the shadows   <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2235496/" target="_blank">1d20+7 → [12,7] = (19)</a>Listening to the people   <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2235497/" target="_blank">1d20+5 → [15,5] = (20)</a></blockquote>