Fifteen past the hour!
Twelve in the afternoon and a judge had already hit the ground.
But it didn’t seem like your ordinary revenge murders.

Dean Martin Nolan had bin shot square into the forehead. He was sitting in the chair to my far right and on my left the left chair was pulled out.
Someone was here and having a nice little conversation before things hit the fan.

Dean had cocaine all lined up in his room probably was looking for a fix before he was bothered by the people who came here and killed him.

Many reports of prisoners where taken but nothing major.

Another dead end for me to follow as it appeared from the looks of things.

As I was about to leave a nine milometer was spotted only few feet from the door way. It had seemed they had gotten sloppy and was rushed in there raid of the home.

Upon the feel of the gun it had still felt warm, and the smell of gun powder came into your nose like the mourning roses.

For once a major evidence have bin discover, the one i had bin searching for.