SPLATTER (draft)

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Alexander followed Lauren until the reached the crime scene, watching the events that took place as they walked. It seemed Abby had walked away and the Reveille kid was being arrested. He jotted down some stuff about what he was seeing. This might make for an interesting story. He came to a stop near the tape, not trying to follow Lauren over.

He wanted to ask some more questions, but the woman seemed preoccupied. Instead, he busied himself with finishing a few notes for himself. The body seemed to be being moved now, and a lot of the officers were dispersing. He unconsiously chewed on the back of his pen before jotting down the last bit of information. He wasn't sure if he'd wanted to throw in Abby's involvement. He knew for sure she wouldn't give a statement. To ruin her story? Oh no.

He was aware, then, that Lauren had held something towards him. He took it at the same time she explained what it was. A business card. He nodded briskly and pulled out his wallet to slid the paper inside. "Thank you for your time, Lauren." He nodded to her as she turned and headed towards one of the officers.

He left himself, then, retreating back to where he'd parked his car. As he was unlocking the door, his phone rang. He answered it while he slid in, with a quick "Hello?" The other end was a man, or so it sounded like. "I have reason to believe a teacher at the high school was involved with Coach Cole." The man said, before hanging up. Alexander's eyebrows shot up in confusion. He thought about it for a bit, then decided to make his way over there. It wouldn't hurt to ask around. And whoever she was would likely know more about Cole and possibly his murder.

The drive was quick, as most of the traffic from earlier was gone. Alexander jogged up the steps of the school. It seemed they were releasing early, possibly due to the murder. He hoped the teacher he was looking for hadn't left already. The male pulled open the door and looked around. He wasnt exactly sure where to begin, so he just walked down the hallway. He figured he'd start with the Principal. He ought to know something.

He found the man, a squat balding guy, close to the English classroom. "Excuse me, sir, I'm with the Gazette. I've been told that one of your teachers was involved with the late Coach." He said, approaching the man. The Principal looked irritated. "I don't have time to answer questions, I have to be closing up the school." He grumbled. Alexander scowled. "You don't know of any-" Alexander began, only to be interuppted by the Principal. "The ongoings of my staff are really none of my buisness." He crossed his arms. "However, I heard some kids talking about the english teacher knowing Mr. Cole outside of school. Now, if you'll excuse me."

Alexander was sure if the English teacher knew Cole outside of work that he'd be likely to know who he'd been seeing. The teacher may also know some inofrmation about Cole himself. Alexander was glad the classroom was right behind him, so he wouldn't have to go looking. He tapped on the door in a quick succession.