@theirgrief
it had been a long day of drving, jody told her about this case and she was a few states over and wanted to check the case out. the blonde had been hunting on her own for a few years now, she had learned the dark and dangers of it long ago but it was who she was now - it was her life and the only drive she really had. that and her affinity for trying fries in every town she stopped in, it was a weird ritual but it was one of hers that started when she was young and moving from group home to group home. on her lap sat a box of curly fries and a packet of ketchup that she dipped in as she drove, wind flying through her long blond locks and she sang along to the tune on the radio until she came to the nearest and cheapest motel room in the city. it was god awful, but at least it had a bed and shower and really, what more did she need? claire booked herself two nights and would always add on later if need be. she let herself inside using the key, bag slung over her shoulder and she made enough time to shower and change into a pantsuit to blend in as an fbi agent. it didn’t take too long after she pulled her hair into a bun, slipped heels on and applied a light amount of makeup. finally with her fake badge secured she left to go to the local police office. it didn’t take long to be directed to the place of the scene, once there she crossed under the yellow tape and began to look around for any kind of clues. hearing a noise made her brow lift in curiosity, looking over her shoulder and seeing someone else come in and she stood up straight and studied them before saying anything initially to wait and gauge who they were so she didn’t kick herself in the ass.
