Over the regular city buzz, Hardy could hear a fiddle. Surely, whoever was playing it had to be nearby.
And there. At the top of a wall, a rather tall man lying down, violin in hand. (The opposite hand than it is typically played with.) How he got there was unclear. But there is no legal explanation for it.
ALEC HARDY- walking towards the building in question, hardy looks through notes in his notepad, reading the address then turning to the building. Hes alerted to the sound of a fiddle, something that shouldn't be playing around this area.
Shoving his notebook away hardy swiftly moved, following the sound until he saw the man, laying, fiddle in hand.
Hardy gritted his teeth and sighed through his nose. This investigation was a bloody mess the last thing he wanted was some kid mudying the suspected scene.
"Oi, lad! Ge' doon from there! Yer trespassing illegally on a suspected crime scene!" His voice his frim, no kindness in his tone.
