Detective Dick Gumshoe

 [Gumshoe is heading down the sidewalk, Missile close by and on a leash. While he seems to be his usually cheery self, there's a bit of determination in his stride, an envelope in his free hand. He also seems to be in a conversation with his canine compatriot, despite the fact that Missile doesn't speak back.]

"...Not that I don't enjoy the paycheck, but that job isn't really me, you know Missile? And I mean I bet they could use a hand or someone with my experience since there doesn't seem to be any police officers around anywhere. At the very least, it wouldn't hurt to ask, right?"

[And with that question, Gumshoe arrives in front of his destination: the Police Station. He takes a breath, lets it out, and opens the door.

Or would have if it wasn't locked. He gives the door another tug. Yep. Locked.]

"Huh, that's odd."

[Gumshoe looks around the front of the building. He even places his ear to the door to see if he can hear any movement inside. Not only does it seem to be locked up, but there seems to be nobody inside. This is a little puzzling to Gumshoe as he stands in front of the door, scratching his head. Did he have the wrong building? Gumshoe glances around the street again as Missile sits patiently beside him.]