His feet creaked across the aching wood of the old suburban manner. His mind was set upon the door of ivory hinges that had just now became noticeable by the inspectors ever watch full eye. He slowly pushed the door open swinging around the side so to not get shot if there was any criminal in the room. He peered in but saw nothing that caught his attention excepts for a small box with a crank on the side. He walked in checked every were, then walked to the box with caution. He looked at it closely trying to think of what it was, then it hit him it was an old world toy. He started to crank it hearing the familiar noise of that weasel around the mulberry bush he heard his mother sing to him a long time ago. He watched the box carefully then with a clicking sound a small clown jumped out at him surprising him. The detective jumped back his gun was pointed at the toy. When nothing happened he walked up to it closed it and closed the door to the room.

Estav Blest was an old world detective in a new world century. He would have been a better detective if he had been born in the 1900's but instead he had been a born into the year 2176 and all was mechanized. He could find and destroy you with his silver mournful eyes and morbid personality. He wore a long trench coat and old world suspenders, his boots were military issue and his shirt consisted of many different patch's, suggesting he were at one time in a gun fight and wasn't very quick at dodging the thermal rays. Some would say by his appearance that he was an old world bum that never gained the luxuries of this new world. He was a silent man with a dark past that was best kept secret from everyone.

He walked down stares to the other detectives who were now surveying the rooms interior with there equipment. Estav frowned and walked over to one of the other detectives "What's information can you give me about the murder" his voice was strict and intimidating. He looked blankly at the detective waiting for a reply.