Awkward Detective Rp (closed to Ripple)

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Renee Lauth. 22 years old and already the author of three best-selling novels. Two of which in the highly competitive fantasy genre, the other, action/adventure themed. Known in the tabloids as a prodigy when it comes to writing, she is likened to J.R.R. Tolkien...

Eloise Woodruff sighed as she skipped over the newspaper article. It was always the same whenever there was a column about her books. First there was the briefing. How old she was, her pen name -they never seemed to try finding out her real one- the genres she wrote for. And then there it was again. Yet another comparison to Tolkien. Couldn't these editors get any new ideas?
The rest of the article went on to say about how there was a planned third installment for her fantasy series, making it a trilogy -again, "like Tolkien's Lord of the Rings"-

Ellie neatly folded up the paper and threw it down on the table, running her hand through her pale brown hair before downing the rest of the hot chocolate in her mug and getting to her feet. She grabbed her notepad, keys, bag and coat and headed for her front door.

Now you would expect a writer to be one of those rich folk who have all the money, but Eloise was the complete opposite. She lived in a rather normal looking house with a fair sized garden and two bedrooms, one of which she kept spare and used as a sort of storage room. Looking at the normality of the rest of her life, you wouldn't think her personality would be so...excitable.... eccentric...just plain crazy. Different people had different ways of describing it, but usually she was just downright hyper. How she managed to write bestsellers was a miracle even in her publisher's eyes.

But right now. Life was boring. There was nothing going on. Nothing fun. Nothing exciting. Nothing new. Ellie just wanted to find a way to change that.

Popping back inside her house for just a second, she grabbed her pen off of the small table next to the door.

Bailey smiled a small, warm smile. "I think you'll fit in perfectly here. Although we're all a bit... estranged." She gave a playful chuckle and walked over to the currently blank white board. "Alright!" She began scribbling down the important facts at hyper speed. "There's some link we're missing... something important... Perhaps we should go ask a few more questions..?" Bailey began half talking to herself and half talking to the rest of the team.

Cedric, being the quiet and serious man he was, sat down at his desk with his coffee and watched the bosses musings. He was just as stumped as her, however, so his thoughts really didn't add anything to what they had already.

Eloise smiled at Bailey and then watched as the facts were scribbled down on the whiteboard.
Robert was just as quiet as Cedric as he ran over all the information. He stood next to Bailey, a coffee in one hand. He took a sip.

"Do we have a solid time of death yet?" asked Eloise, "Like.... a section of a few hours that you could narrow it down to.... A kill zone you could call it."

"Aahh.. unfortunately, no. The closest we could round it to was at about 4:45 on Sunday. We found the body early Thursday morning." Bailey was biting her lip now, concentrating on sifting through the facts in her mind. "Who could it be... Who could it be.." She murmured the phrase like mantra before deciding to just take a break and grab some coffee.

Cedric turned around as the boss left and began searching on the internet. After all, facts were the answers to everything. Perhaps another murder like this had occurred. Anyway, he knew this was just his way of trying to be busy and help out the case,even if it didn't help at all.

Hurrying back, steaming mug in hand, Bailey sat down at a table. Which is in front of the white board now. She took out some paper and a pencil and began formatting the information differently. Who was where at what time, who had the right resources and the right motive. Who was lying and who was not?