Detective O'Connel parks his car on the opposite side of the street to the crime scene, before getting out and walking over, a light jacketto ward off the evening chill, and the steady stream of rain tonight. He doesn't bother with a hat, but instead a small black umbrella keeps the rain off of him. He is wearing a white shirt and clipped black tie.
Ahh, the vandalism case. I had wondered.
Joe contemplates the craggy exterior to the abandoned building. It would be an excellent hangout for criminal gangs or drunk teenagers. Police records show it has't been occupied since the 90s, but Joe knows exactly how useful those police records are. His own mental records don't include this place, which means it wasn't a hotspot for local murders.
Joe noted the addition of "Fug" on the left handed side of the door. Obviously the place was now considered a safe bolt hole for someone. He checks his gun, and his badge, before letting the coat's sides cover them again. Even if he was off the clock, he never really left work. Not anymore.
He checks his watch one more time. Right address, 5 minutes early. A cold, long neglected part of him stirs, the hunt for justice, the desire to see the guilty punished, and the tease of finding some actual truth is...invigorating.