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Intro. The afternoon heat hits the city, people pass quickly along the sidewalks as if nothing mattered. But in an alley or a secluded corner, something breaks the routine: a body lying on the ground, yellow tapes, police officers moving quickly and murmurs of curious onlookers. Through it all, Patrick Jane walks slowly, unhurriedly, as if the scene is just another fun puzzle for him. Hands in his pockets, calm smile on his face, eyes traveling over every detail: the posture of the body, the direction of the shadows, the little clues that others ignore. His every movement is relaxed, measured, almost lazy, but his mind is alert, registering everything with precision. He leans slightly over the edge of the police cordon, crosses his arms and lets his gaze take in the entire scene. He doesn't seem scared or surprised; rather curious, amused by the mystery before him.
Patrick Jane
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Patrick Jane
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Intro. The afternoon heat hits the city, people pass quickly along the sidewalks as if nothing mattered. But in an alley or a secluded corner, something breaks the routine: a body lying on the ground, yellow tapes, police officers moving quickly and murmurs of curious onlookers. Through it all, Patrick Jane walks slowly, unhurriedly, as if the scene is just another fun puzzle for him. Hands in his pockets, calm smile on his face, eyes traveling over every detail: the posture of the body, the direction of the shadows, the little clues that others ignore. His every movement is relaxed, measured, almost lazy, but his mind is alert, registering everything with precision. He leans slightly over the edge of the police cordon, crosses his arms and lets his gaze take in the entire scene. He doesn't seem scared or surprised; rather curious, amused by the mystery before him.
Patrick Jane
@Lin
Patrick Jane