soren lets out a bark of laughter, the sharp noise cutting through the air momentarily. “tell me about it. people sure do have a lot more to say when they can write their opinions under a different name.” he can only imagine the influx of even nastier, even more crude accusations coming through - the meeting was face to face and even then the insults were nothing short of vicious - anonymously, soren doesn’t even want to think about it. “reading through those submissions - i pray for you, femi.”
he follows femi through the rooms, the cool air still nipping at his heels. “sounds like a plan.” soren grins. “though if you take any longer than ten minutes to uncover something, they’ll start feeding me bran cookies and we’ll be done for. i’ll be knocked down and you’ll be caught with your hands in some literal granny panties, yikes.”
soren sidesteps the mess that was femi’s office - it’s reminiscent of his own apartment, really, the familiar manoeuvring between patches of clear ground a dance he does every day when he gets home. almost automatically, his eyes fall to one of the opposite walls of the room - eric’s wall.
it feels strange, looking at it now that he was gone, seeing red slashes in the papers that soren doesn’t have to guess to know what it means. he’s almost automatically pulled towards the wall, eyes taking in the scheme of articles, pictures, writing, and photographs that adorn the wall, all leading back to the man whose face he knows so well.
soren’s seen this all before, of course - he knows the lines that traces friends and neighbours back to eric and he knows, really, he should have one too but he isn’t about to tell femi -
- whose voice brings soren back to the other man, his body his again when he pulls away from eric’s unsmiling picture to reach femi, a silent nod of thanks as he takes a bottle from him.
“even if you traced back everything on eric - “ please don’t, please don’t “ - then you’ll get motives, but no evidence of that night that we don’t already know.” a sigh. “do you think you could, though? find out everything on eric, i mean - he was fucked up, and that was based off stuff we already knew. imagine the stuff that we don’t.”
Femi attention always drew back to whatever mystery his brain couldn’t solve. Some days it was simple things, like why did the milk go back when he’d just bought it the order day ( only to find out it had actually been about three weeks since he’d bought the milk). Other days, it was bigger. Now? It was all about Eric. The mayor that Femi couldn’t be upset about because he was a cruel man and Femi saw nothing bad about his death. Never would.
“So many motives, but the evidence is the real key. There’s hardly any evidence though--all we have is motives,” Femi said with a shrug of his shoulders as he took a sip of a beer the same time he grabbed one of the chairs in his room to set out for Soren.
Femi moved over to stand in front of his wall dedicated to Eric, eyes taking in all the pieces of information. “I could.” He never doubted his ability to find out information. Would it take time? Yeah. Would it mean doing things he probably shouldn’t? Yeah.
“That’s the thing. It’s all the stuff that we don’t know that could be linked to why he was killed and who killed him. Eric wasn’t a man who only had a bucket of secrets. We’re talking about a mansion full of secrets...” Femi turned away from the wall, moving back over to his desk and sitting down on top of it, facing Soren’s direction.
“It’s why I wanna break into Eric’s place.”
Not the smartest idea that Femi’s ever had but he was sure that he could find out something if he looked in the corners. “Funny thing is, part of me just wants to know who did it just so I can know. Justice was likely already served out with Eric dead, why punish someone? But at the same time, people can’t just go killing each other or more people.”
That was the fear. If it didn’t just stop at Eric then there really would be a problem.
“We all have our secrets, Soren. Doesn’t matter how much we want to keep them secret, we have to weight that against what it takes.”
