"Shit, you look like you've seen a ghost. Buy a lady a drink or you too cheap for that?" smirks
Why did you call me here, Mrs. Clemenson?
raises an eyebrow Well, darling, I didn't call you here for a drink-up. I need your expertise. leans closer
You're not serious, are you? A murder case? What the hell do you expect me to do?
grabs FightRob's lapel, pulling him closer Look here, you smug bastard. I expect you to use that so-called expertise of yours to solve a murder case, and in return, you'll have my eternal gratitude. smirks
Fine. Let's get one thing straight. I don't care if you want revenge on your husband's murderer. I don't care if you're seeking justice for yourself or for Christian. I care about one thing only - solving the damn case. How do we go about it?
laughs sarcastically Oh, darling, you're so predictable. Of course, it's about solving the case. And since you're so eager to prove your worth, let's start with gathering information. First lead - Christian's office.
We're going to his office? There's no way in hell I'm stepping foot in that place again. Not after what happened.
rolls her eyes Oh, please. Don't be such a drama queen. Trust me, the dead bodies won't jump out at you.
Damn right they won't. I've already been through them. But you haven't. So, how about it? Lead the way.
smirks Finally, some cooperation. stands up and walks towards the door
Wait, Mrs. Clemenson. Before we go, I need to know something. Why did you come to me? Why not go to the police?
pauses, turns around with a sly smile Darling, the police are useless. They can't be bought with a few bucks and they actually give a shit.
Yeah, I get that. But still, wouldn't it be better to involve them?
As Evelyn and FightRob enter Christian's office, they hear a strange noise coming from inside. Fear grips Evelyn as she cautiously approaches the source of the sound, while FightRob stays alert, ready to defend them both. Suddenly, they discover an old wooden box hidden behind a bookshelf, filled with cryptic letters and photographs linked to Christian's mysterious past.
eyes widen, heart racing It's... it's a message. A clue to something bigger. opens the box and examines its contents closely
Then get on with it. What does it say?
quickly scans through the letters and photographs, gasping This... this is incredible! It's a code. A secret message left by Christian.
A code, huh? Alright, crack it open then. Let's see where it leads us.
grinning with excitement Oh, I'll crack it open alright. But first, let me just... quickly takes out a small notebook and pen from her bag
Alright. Let's see what you got.
scribbles furiously in her notebook, muttering to herself Alright, let's decode this mess. pauses, looks up at FightRob
sighs dramatically Well, it seems like this code requires a key. Some sort of password or pattern to unlock its true meaning.
A key, huh? Where the hell are we supposed to find that?
raises an eyebrow and smirks Oh darling, don't underestimate the power of a good brain.
Well, think hard then. We don't have all day.
paces back and forth, deep in thought Think, Evelyn, think! suddenly stops and looks at FightRob I've got it!
grabs FightRob's arm excitedly The key, my dear, is his favorite quote. Christian always had a penchant for quoting poetry.
Poetry? Christ, that asshole was weird. Alright, what's the poem?
snaps her fingers Don't worry, darling. I happen to know a thing or two about Christian's quirks. pulls out a worn-out piece of paper from her bag