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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Public Records building
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[color=D5FF00]"Nah, peanut M&Ms are too irregular. Would too obviously detract from the pill analogy. I guess I'll need an alternate schtick for drawing in more people anyway."[/color] Mali stepped into Relic's car, placing Peyton's police file on top of the dashboard after buckling up. Her first thought was to stick it into the glove compartment, but she still didn't know him Relic, and who knows what sort of crazy technical bullshit might be inside there. Best to avoid looking through his stuff, even unintentionally.

[color=D5FF00]"I got to... observe Detective Roy on the night of Danica's murder. I got to see how he treated his subordinates. He seemed like a pretty stern guy who actually made sure work got done. There's always the possibility of the cover up coming from higher up on the chain of command, but you're right as far as not being able to trust his integrity as far as how this case will be handled."[/color] Mali leaned back in the car seat. She hadn't actually been to the Deadlight District before. She'd been [i]through[/i] it on several occasions, but this would be her first time really being there. Sure she'd her fair share of hanging around on the lawless side of things, and she knew what to expect and how to act, but still, the idea of being in the seediest part of the seediest city in the country didn't sit well with the inner Suburbanite good girl she had been raised up to be. That uncomfortable feeling was just something she'd need to get over.