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“Well, looks like we have more brains here than I thought.”
“You’re all correct. The scream was impossible. Walker couldn’t have screamed if the body had to be moved. Meaning he was killed before midnight, and that he wasn’t the one who screamed. Curious, isn’t it?”
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Others disappear to either calm themselves or search--Alfendi wasn’t sure which--and the inspector addresses the remaining party.
“So, we’ve established that Walker wasn’t killed in the library. Where he was murdered, well, we’ll have to find that out, won’t we? But there’s something rather interesting with this revelation.
“If Walker wasn’t killed in the library, what in the events that occurred just before midnight becomes impossible?”
“This is an easy one. Something to get you in the mindset.”
Answering Open: 4:48 PM EST Answering Closed: 6:48 PM EST
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(cliipsought) As much as Kyle's instincts were screaming for a chance to get to investigating what was going on, he knew it'd be fruitless to try and focus on that when suspicion was on him. Kyle responded to Alfendi's inquiries - irritating as it was, he knew he had to be impartial, no matter what their brief history was. "Not much for me to say - I was in the bathroom upstairs at the time. I'd like to say I know I have witnesses... but it's too early to be pointing fingers anyway."
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A couple nods as Alfendi mentally notes Kyle’s statements. Quick, sufficient, to the point. At the very least someone knew what they were doing around here.
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Oh joy, the murder weapon. She's about to go and lug the ax back to the library, but figured that it could be bad if she accidentally got too many of her finger prints on it. So instead, she's taking the whole damn trash can with her. But she's still going to check the powder room more in case there's anything else.
Nothing else appears to be in the powder room. You pick up the trash can, lug it over to the library, and slam it down in front of Alfendi. He gives you a look of genuine surprise before looking closer at the ax with his (now gloved) hands. You take a pair yourself.
" mr. alfendi - " urso immediately moves to stand in front of leaf, almost in a protective manner. the only friend he's got in this house, and she's being accused? his voice is cold, and he locks eyes with the other, unafraid. " i can speak solidly for both ms. telee and i when i say we were in the upstairs northwest bedroom. she was making beds, and i was talking to her. we're friends, you see. " he put a hand on leaf's quivering shoulder. " now if you could please give her some space. "
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Alfendi takes note of Urso’s testimony, and he chuckles upon hearing that they were friends. How cute. “Afraid this is standard, Blacklea. We have to know where you were, since you were separated from us.”
But he leaves the two alone, a silently acknowledgement of Leaf needing some time.
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she's shaking and sobbing - the stress and how overwhelming the situation is is too much for her, especially now that she's a suspect. looks like you won't be getting any words out of her. sorry, alfendi.
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Alfendi merely sighs; there’s nothing to gain from pushing a suspect who’s already a complete wreck. Instead, Alfendi turns his attention back to the investigation at hand, planning to talk to Leaf once she calmed down.
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She knew she wasn't just going to escape that easily. Vivi ran a hand through her hair with a sigh. "I was in the sittin' room. Sittin'. Tryin' t' avoid Uncle Walker for a while," She paused thoughtfully, "It worked. There was no one else in the sittin' room - but I think there might have been someone in the dressin' room a few minutes before the murder."
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Alfendi listens to her speak, mentally writing down everything she says--until the last part.
“Someone in the dressing room? How do you know that?”
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“... Yeah, that answers nothing about my whole “won’t a whole bunch of the evidence we find be considered inadmissible if we don’t take the proper precautions” part of my question. You just sort of ignored a good portion of what I said to continue your smarmy detective narrative. Seriously, can we all at least put on some gloves so we can try and make sure that killer that we find can actually get convicted.”
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"Fine.” Alfendi turns to the other staff members and barks a couple orders; they return with a couple dozen pairs of white, pristine gloves. Everyone in the room was able to take a pair.
Everyone except for Uendo, Brenda, and Hershel now have gloves.
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