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Where Angels Fear To Tread (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Cliff made a point to see her at the club after his shifts every day; he became such a regular there that they knew what drinks he wanted depending on his mood. Elaine always let him in her dressing room after her sets, they would even get a little wild with each other back there sometimes. She couldn't believe how fast she fell for him; he was cocky, and full of himself, a bit of a egotist, but he was also funny and charming and spoiled her when he could.
Cliff sat at his desk with Dean, waiting for the captain to show up as everyone talked amongst themselves.
"You've been real smitten with that jazz cat, son." Dean remarked playfully, "You go there now more than Frankie does."
 
"She sure looks like it." Dean said before looking up as the captain entered.
"Alright, ladies, enough clucking, shall we?" He said as he stood in front of the detectives, "We got a busy, busy morning ahead of us. Lots of vics to get some justice for. Rhodes, Matthews, you two got a case in good ol' uptown. Nothin reeks of fowl play than some wealthy schmuck found in the city drains, eh?"
 
"Go on, get going." The captain waved toward the door and Dean stood.
"Better not keep everyone waiting." He said.
 
They drove out toward uptown and Dean followed where the police radio crackled. When they arrived, there was a crowd of civilians trying to see passed the officers and tape. Dean and Cliff passed the people and yellow tape and moved toward the coroner.
"What'cha got for us, Mayweather?" Dean asked. The middle aged coroner looked up from the body, a man covered in muck and blood.
"Well, at first glance, it looks like he tripped during a walk and cracked his head on the way down into the drainage. Blunt force consistent with a fall, but I'll know more when I cut him open at the station."
 
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There were foot prints in the dirt, two sets following each other before one shifted in the opposite direction. Dean dug for the man's wallet, flipping it open to look at his id card.
"Got an address," he called to Cliff, "we can go see if he has an old lady or someone waiting on him."
 
"Maybe, yeah.." he turned to some investigators, and gestured to the footprints. "Mark those for photos, yeah?"
 
"Of course, detective." He nodded and moved to get evidence markers. Dean kept poking around, asking Mayweather as politely as he was known for, if he could look over the body further.
"You said the blunt force was consistent?"
"Yes, he was found face down, as you can tell by the dirt and sewer muck, and that would indicate he fell forward." Mayweather gestured to the head wound, "Also, the head wound off center of his forehead is similar to, say, cracking an egg on your counter. I'll know severity when I get him back. But if the fall didn't kill him, I'm sure he would have drown."
 
"Thanks, Mayweather." Dean said and Mayweather nodded. Dean turned to Cliff and made a noise, "Did you spy anything else, son?"
 
He nodded, "Let's go to his place and see if anyone is home that might know anything.."
 
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