Investigation Analyses report:

Victim: Caitlyn Adler

Victim's occupation: Famous painter in Los Angeles; Also author and publisher of her own comic books.

Date: 10/31/09

Location of crime scene: 2100 North Crow Lane

Place: Los Angeles art gallery of tomorrow; Took place during an art showing.

Time of death: Around 11:00pm to 12:00pm

Place body was found: Just a block or two down from the crime scene.

Witnesses: Katherine Sheffield, Rick William, and John Berarly

Witness's story:

Katherine Sheffield: Best friend of the victim. Claims to have witnessed the murder happening. She called 911 but was unable to finish her call when the operator came on. She dropped her phone because apparently the perpetrator saw her and she ran away. When she came back to the scene the body was gone. Her first call was placed around 11:56 pm. Approximately 15 minutes and 24 seconds later she called again from a pay phone. Her call was traced and police arrived at the scene 5 minutes and 14 seconds later.

Rick William: He found the body while him and his partner, John Berarly, where making their morning dumpster deposit rounds. Both he and his partner work for a local garbage dump and pick up the trash in a dumpster truck. Rick said he had seen something that looked similar to charred remains tumble into the truck as the truck deposited the trash inside. He told John to stop the truck and both soon discovered that it was infact the charred remains of Caitlyn Adler.

John Berarly: Rick's co-worker. He was the one to call the police with his cell phone.

Katherine's personal journal entrees:

Entry #54 –

Today is November 2, 2009.

Two days ago my best friend was murdered or at least wounded and dragged off. I saw the whole struggle, but HE noticed me and I had to make a run for it in fear of my own life. Today they found her body in a dumpster. It is so hard to accept the fact that one of my best friends is dead. She was very close. Sure she was not as close to me as Cassie, my other best friend.
Cassie Dumont is our best friend. She completes our trio. Now though I guess it is just the two of us. I knew Cassie from birth and we met Caitlyn in middle school. We all shared the same love of art. Cassie was more of an abstract painter, and a graffiti artist. She is the bold one out of our little trio, not afraid to do anything, even if it is illegal. She was good though, no drugs or anything. Caitlyn was into more still life, scenery. She painted a lot, using acrylic, oil, and water color mediums. She painted anything she liked, she had a passion for painting and she had the biggest heart in the world. She was a very open minded person. You could be an ugly old alien freak of nature and she would accept you, care for you, and treat you like any normal person. That's why she was famous; she was nice, competitive, good under pressure, flexible and had passion in her work. Each piece she made, she put her whole mind, heart, love, and soul into it. As for myself, well I love to draw and sketch things. I am an animator. It's my job. I create those TV show series of cartoons. I draw my own comic books and I sketch people for a living. I paint too; I have many clients as well. Some of them discovered m through Caitlyn. Infact half of what I am now I owe to her. I'm not as famous, but I'm well known. Cassie... I should call her. She is probably an emotional wreck now. She always had a hard time making friends, but when she made them she held on tight. She got attached; she was only her true self around her friends. I guess I should stop now.

It's just too much to take in...

"'It' happened about 2 days ago. I was alone, coming home from an art show. Working as an artist means not only long hours in painting, not many big breaks, and taking risks; it also means that you will be attending at least one show every week or 2 weeks. I not all that famous or anything, I just work for a lot of galleries and companies. To be honest I don't even know how these things are put together, or how it works. I'm just given an invite, or told by one of my clients, and I just go." I swallowed a deep breathe, and in a shaky voice I continued,

"Any way, back to what I was saying before, I had just left to gallery. It was later than I usually leave these events to go home, around 11 or 12. I'm not sure. It wasn't even about 15 steps till I heard yelling, and maybe some screams. I decided to follow it, because well you know… I thought someone was in trouble...I figured it could have been someone I knew. I have lots of friends in the art industry and it being an art gallery, especially one that was hosting a show..."

I stared down at my hands for a couple of minutes, they were shaking. I was scared enough, and just thinking of 'it' made me shudder. I held back the tears; I didn't want to look like an overly dramatic cry-baby drama queen. I was better than that; I was not going to milk this for sympathy from others. I could feel my lip quiver slightly; my face frown and heat up, and my chest tighten. I didn't want to continue but I knew it had to be done, I was the only witness.

The man across from me gave me a soft look. "Its okay go on." He said, trying to give a little comfort and encouragement.

I swallowed hard once again and took a silent deep breathe as I searched my mind for the horrific memories that I would not rather like to recall.

"The screams and shots had sounded like it came from the alleyway to the side of the gallery. When I got to the end the back door was slightly adjacent so I cracked the door open slightly. So I went to investigate it, since it was open it wouldn't technically be breaking and entering, right? What I saw though…. I don't know, I guess I just wasn't sure what to expect, a fight maybe but…but..." I struggled with words as a few tears slid down my cheeks, dread and grief flew through me. I closed my eyes tightly, and covered my mouth with one hand. I sniffed for a second and brushed away the tears. I had to be strong. I had to be strong for Caitlyn.

"I didn't exactly just walk in, I peeked through the cracks. Caitlyn was crying, and yelling at some guy that I didn't even recognize. He was yelling right back at her..." I was cut off by the man, whose name escapes me.

"Did you hear what they were fighting about?" He questioned, while quickly writing something down on his clipboard sized notebook

I hesitated for a moment, thinking. "Sort of, I didn't quite understand what exactly it was… Caitlyn was screaming something about how he promised he wouldn't 'drink' from her... that she wasn't a freshie...I don't understand she's not in college, or anything.,

Then all of the sudden she started getting a scared voice, saying things like 'stay back' and 'get away from me'."

"By then I had my cell phone out already and had 911 on the line….The next thing I knew…The guy had Caitlyn in his hands...he sort of bent over to her neck and…and he…BITE her…like...like some kind of vampire" by now I was crying, practically blubbering.

"She was screaming and all the sudden she stopped screaming and went silent." I said as I hid my face in my hands in a desperate attempt to hide my weakness, I didn't want to be here. I wanted to be at my house watching soap operas, eating a big bucket of chocolate ice cream, crying, and looking at my picture albums. What else would I do but mourn for her loss? It wasn't fair, I should have stopped him.

I wiped my eyes once more in order to finish my story, Caitlyn would get her justice.

"Finally the operator girl took me off of hold, and I guess he herd her ask me what was wrong because he snapped his head right in my direction. At that point I thought it best to get the hell out of there…I dropped the phone and ran for it… I figured he wouldn't be able to harm me in the gallery, the show was still on, and I could blend in with the other visitors. So that's what I did, after about 15 minutes he gave up and walked out…when I went back…she…she wasn't there anymore… all that was left was blood on the floor.."

I stopped, I couldn't go on anymore.

"I-I'm sorry…I just can't…." I didn't finish what I was saying, my voice failed on me.

"That's fine, I think were done here." The man said and stood up.

I LOOKED UP SURPRISED. I thought there would be more questions, there always is, even on TV.

"That's it? Aren't you going to ask me for an alibi? Or ask me questions about her personal life or if she had ever gotten any threats?" questions soared out of my mouth. That couldn't have possibly been all they needed from me. I was the only witness for Christ's sake!

"Nope" he answered bluntly.

"Not even going to ask me to help identify her murderer? I saw his face! I could sketch it out for you…" I said trying to find someway I could help. It wasn't fair, my best friend was dead, or at least missing, our there and I couldn't have possibly felt more helpless.

The man just looked at me with a sweet smile. "Look I understand that you want to help her but we haven't even found her yet. She could possibly still be alive you know." He said, but then added "just don't get your hopes up though."

He looked me in the eye with sympathy. "I should get going." He said, more of a statement.

"What if I need to get a hold of you?" I asked.

He smiled.

"Here is my card, don't hesitate to contact me if you feel like you're in trouble okay?" He said, walking over and handing me a card with his phone and address on it. I nodded and looked at the card. I realized there was no name.

"Wait!" I called as he opened the door, "What's your name, your card doesn't say. I sort of forgot, horrible with names." I tried laughing, but it sounded weaker than anything.

"Mick St Johns" He said and walked out of the door.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN anything that is in Moonlight. I DO NOT own Moonlight, Mick, Josef, or anyone else that relates to that.
I DO OWN Caitlyn Adler, Katherine Sheffield, Rick Williams, and John Berarly.
A/N: I am very sorry if I used your last name, it was mere coincidence if I did.

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