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Becoming a detective in DEPD

Hi I'm new to the DEPD but want to play the role of detective. Can any Police players tell me how to change my role?
 
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Tyler Goines's picture

First Day April 13th,2010

My first day back on the job since being reassigned to Dead End. What a ugly town, This cant be a good place. Walked the beat, boring. Cant wait to get back into the swing of things.

Houses for Dead End

I recently bought some land which had a house on it. On buying the land the house vanished. I have bought another but it doesn't really have the dead end look. Can anybody tell me of a good site where I can find a house that fits dead end?

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the bald man with a cigar

So it finally happened. After days of hearing my friends advices at Lulu's, to not going alone to the streets at night, I eventually did it and got in trouble. I should've known better. Yet the boredom of an almost empty town with few distractions forced me to wander around the streets and take pictures.
 
It was at the top of the hill, where a small wooden shack is, that everything happened. I can still feel his cheap cigar smell, the balded head reflecting with the moonlight. A sadistic look in his eyes, humming a song, like he done this all his life. Focused on the photos I didn't see him coming. He grabbed me from behind and putted a wet rag of cloth over my mouth and nose, pressing firmly. In a matter of seconds I started to feel a strange smell entering my nostrils and going up my head. Things started to get blurry. I tried to punch the mans groins and kick him in the leg, but that just made him furious. He almost chocked me with his arms, but the effect of the drug was to quick for me to feel it. His humming got distant and faded. All went black and the last thing I remember is my body hitting the ground.
 

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Feb 10th

I just found this notebook in my desk in my apartment.  I'd forgotten about it, and only just reread what I'd written.  It's been an humbling experience, being here over the past few months.  It hasn't broken me, not as I'm now sure my old Captain believed it would, but it hasn't been easy.
 
I've caught a person or two, but nowhere near a many as I used to before I transfered here.  The criminals here, they're a more slimy brand, they seem to slip through my fingers often.  Thugs line the streets as much as law abiding citizens, and not all law abiding citizens dress well and maintain their appearance.  Most of them look just like any other thug, and it's made for paranoia on my part.  I hardly know whether to greet someone or take out my cuffs.