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Call For Silence

Third Person Objective

A man in a heavy overcoat wisked into the room. Without bothering to close the door behind him, he turned around twice, looking for something. A short woman in a floral top followed him in, fanning herself with a cloth and leaning against the door frame.

"Maggie! I think it's here this time! It's gotta be!" he exclaimed, hurrying on to the next room.

Third Person Limited

Flinging open the door, Nicol Carl bounded into the dark room. No time for lights, he turned around, taking in every corner, then looking again in case he'd missed anything on the first turn. Behind him, Maggie Carveright appeared at the door. Always immune to his excitement, she was.

"Maggie!" he exclaimed, not bothering to glance at her, "I think it's here this time! It's gotta be!" With that he bounded off into the next room, trusting her to make her own assessment before following him.

First Person

It was so, friggin, hot. How the Detective could bound around in this heat wearing that ridiculous overcoat would always be beyond me. I pulled out a cloth from my handbag to use as a fan as he busted the apartment door open. I followed him casually as he went about his usual flamboyant gesturing that meant he was picking up a clue. We were four stories up and it was just getting hotter by the floor. The sooner I could get to an open window, the better.