"Agent Brandybuck." Dean said, briefly flashing his badge. "I'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."
Emma stuttered with wide eyes, “Sure um…yea..anything at all officer.”
“It’s about the local disappearances. You didn’t happen to know any of the victims did you?” He asked. Five different people had turned up missing in three days time, and Cas had insisted on teleporting Dean in to investigate. The fact the nether Sam nor the angel himself had actually come with him had Dean a little on edge. But that probably wasn’t this pretty girl’s fault, so he shot her his most charming smile.
Emma’s voice hitched at the mention of the most recent investigation, “I um…yes. One of them was my best friend.” She looked up from her trembling hands to see the agent looking at her. What a dashing young man she thought. Such a shame that the rules of her coven required her to be single. @thesexyhunter
Jackpot. “I see. And did anything out of the ordinary happen in the days leading up to your friend’s disappearance?” He asked. “Anything at all? You never know what the smallest detail could reveal.”
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She paused and fiddled with the bracelet on her arm, having a small flashback of her coven leader arguing with a strange man in their meeting place. Hesitating, she half whispered, “I saw my uh…boss…arguing with a strange man the other day. It was a few hours before my friend disappeared.”
“Alright,” he said, knowing the next part was the tricky bit. “There are a few, uh, unusual, things I need to ask. They’re standard questions for this sort of case, I assure you.” He quickly ran through a mental checklist of what it could be. “Did your friend seem frightened the last time you spoke? Like they thought something was after them? A dog, perhaps, or even a person? Any strange smells? Like, say, rotten eggs, for example.”
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Emma spoke up nervously, “Actually yes…she kept mentioning that someone had been following her for a while. She never could catch his face but I have a feeling it was the same man that was fussing with my boss. Or a connection of some sort.” She tilted her head in curiosity. What sort of FBI case would warrant such questions? Unless they “knew” something….
Damn. People always looked at him suspiciously after his so-called 'standard' questions. He handed her two of his cards. "If you could, give one of these to your boss, and have them call me for an interview. The other one is for you. In case you remember anything else, or see the man again." Laying on the charm again, he winked at her. "Or, you can just call, anyway."
