“Oh like you don’t know, Officer. I’ve seen the file you folks keep on me. It’s a mile long and three miles wide. Yet, not a single conviction since I was seventeen and stupid, and even then I didn’t serve full time. Funny. If you’re having trouble getting things to stick, I hear crazy glue does wonders.”
“Yes, yes, fine. Nicholas Novak, at your service.”
How long have you lived in Diamond City?:
“I don’t live in Diamond City. I live in the moment.”
“Ugh. Relax. Moved into the city proper about five years ago. Is that not already in my file?”
Setting The Scene
Why were you at the gala (If you were at the gala at all)?:
I wasn’t. I was otherwise occupied. Don’t know who is gonna pay me for that job though, now that Raúl is dead. Pity.
“I had to stay home and take care of the kids.”
What you were doing prior to the time of the murder? (11:52pm):
“Helping an old lady cross the street.”
Location at the time of the murder? (11:52pm):
Crouched with a sniper rifle on a roof on the corner of sixteenth, about to commit a different murder.
“France.”
Anyone who could corroborate your story?:
“The lord?”
How did you know the victim (Did you know them at all)?:
He’s my employer. I liked him. He understood the world in a way few people do.
“He was my cousin twice removed on my mom’s side.”
Were you aware of the allegations against the victim?:
“Wasn’t everyone? Like for years? Unless you guys weren't. Oof, this is awkward. I’ve gone and made it awkward.”
Did you notice anything or anyone suspicious at the Gala?:
“Like I said, I wasn’t there. But if there was no one suspicious at a gala where someone was murdered, I’ll eat your badge.”
Anything else that the police should know?:
“Nice try but it’s your job to figure that out and I’m not on police payroll. But I could be! I’ll have my people get in touch with your people and see if we can work something out.”
“No, I won’t take this more seriously. Can I go? Are we done wasting each others time?”
