Mr. Kelley Bonds by nutmegsims. The Antiques Collector.
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Have a seat.
“Noo thank you. Have you seen the upholstery on this thing, it’s definitely 15th century for sure.”
You just pulled that date out of nowhere.
“I am the antique collector. Not you, so hush detective.”
I mean, it doesn’t even make any sense-
“Is that an indent? Who was sitting here before?”
Pretty much everyone.
“You let people sit in an antique? It’s value went down by at least 5 percent!”
Calm down, Mr. Bonds. I want to know what brought you to this neck of the woods.
“Mr. Sandoval’s daughter is marrying my brother, sir. Of course I’d be invited to the announcement dinner. It’d be crass not to invite me.”
Do you know why anyone would want to kill the duchess?
“Money, glory, fame, for fun? Beats me. I fail to see why she was even there to begin with. Mr. Sandoval is rich, but not important. At least not out of gossip circles. Especially not important enough to have a duchess show up at his dinner party.”
That is all. You may leave.
“Don’t let anyone else sit in that chair, it’s worth a fortune!”
I got this at Ikea. Relax.











