Sumnor walked up the four steps to his house's front door, shoving the key in and letting himself in, checking both ways up the street for anyone watching him before shuting and triple-locking the door, Damn it, now he's got me jumpy... Sumnor went into the drwa by the front door, pulling out a simple Glock, shaking his head before replacing it and taking out a Colt 45. Always favoured this one...

He dumped his trench coat by the coat hook and shoved the Colt in the back of his black jeans, walking into the kitchen and pushing a microwave dinner into his microwave, before setting it and going to check his messages, "Sumnor! Stupid name, stupid investigation! That doctor's as clean as it gets! Either find some real evidence or get off the case!" "Ah screw you, cheif, if you cared you wouldn't have suspended me."

((Sorry, dealing with things, try to slow down a bit though please. ^_^))

((Sorry, I've been really busy lately. >.<))

 Name:  Renya Matthews

Age: 16

Appearance:

Personality:  Morbid, mysterious, and intelligent.  She loves solving mysteries.  Especially murder mysteries.  What more is there to say?

(Okay, lol.)

Justice sat at a park bench after just dropping Mia off not really paying attention to her.  He had to find out not only where that nosy Private I lived, but a good way to physically get ahold of him.  He sighed, taking out his cell phone and dialing the cell number that was given.  He smirked to himself.  He wouldn't have been surprised if he was given a wrong number or something.  That's what he would've done.

Sumnor took out his cell from his dark black jeans, one he'd bought specifically for this job, he'd only paid a few dollars for it, frowning as it was a withheld number, Don't answer it, probably that filthy murderer, trying to get a trace on-- He answerred the cell, not particularly caring, "Pegagnyx, who is it, how did you get this number, and what do you want?" He decided that playing dumb was the best option.

He pulled out a notepad and pencil out of the small table next to the armchair he was in, leafing through a few pages before arriving at the first clear one. He lived by a code, he only killed criminals, major ones of course, arrested any petty burgulars.

{{Sorry about me not being there, I broke a window and had to buy a new one!}}

"I better ring Uncle, now. " She rang up Justice. Come on, answer the phone. Hurry, up! Come on! Just answer the phone. "Hello? Who is this?" Someone said. "Come off it, Uncle. What are you doing? Mia answered. "Uh sorry, you've got the wrong number" Click. That somone hung up. "Geez. Who gave me that number?" She said while deleting that number of her phone. This time she rang the right number. "Hello? Is this Justice?" She asked cautisly.

Sumnor wrote in the pad 'observant - dur, killer' "Aye it flares up randomly... not able to do much with it usually. happened when I was a kid, I dislocated it pretty badly." He sniffed, going back into the draw and taking out a belt of small throwing knives, beginngin to launch them at a thick, heavy dartboard he had on the far wall. Each strike embedded deep in the wood, occasionally a chunk of wood flying out. That dartboard's knackered...

He pulled out his usual cell out of his opposite pocket, flipping it open, he had a text 'Sumnor hun, haven't seen you in ages. call as soon as possible. xx' ah, her.... not a bad cover story, but girlfriend's take far too much maintenance.  "Anyway, basically I wanted to get it checked over, see if there's anything that can be done to make it a little less tempermental.

"Erm, go ahead then, let me just get a pen and paper..." He didn't want him to know he'd been writing in a pad thewhole time, that might give the game away, "Right, got it, what's the address?" He stood up, pad and pen in hands, sliding his feet into his shoes and shrugging a more manoeverable jacket on, this one made from material and dark tan in colour.

He unlocked the front door and jotted the address down, locking the door behind him before saying his goodbyes and hanigng up, getting on his motorbike, preferring the quicker methodof transportation to a car. 

((Sorry about skipping ahead slightly, I had trouble with thinking of what to type, lol.))

((Sorry about not being here to start!  I've been really busy lately.  >.<))

"There's a murderer!  A murderer!~"  Renya sang to herself as she cut out pictures of famous criminals.  Jack the Ripper, the Moors Murders, she had a strange fascination for these such things.  "And I get to help find him!".

Renya packed her bag with a pad of paper, a laptop, a small knife, and some snacks.  She planned to investigate the local hospital for clues.  "And maybe I'll find a lead!"  She said enthusiastically as she dropped a bottle of luminol into the bag and finished packing.

A chill went up Renya's spine.  How the heck did she get in my house?!  "Uh, there aren't any murderers.  I'm just....playing pretend.  That's all.  I'm getting ready to go to a friend's house for the weekend, and we always play cop there.  Sorry."  Renya lied.  She was a convincing liar.  Deception was a talent of hers.

Renya grabbed her bag and walked out of her house.  Good thing my parents are away for the week!  She thought.  She quickly hurried to the end of the street, hoping that girl wasn't following her.