Damn, this place looks like shit. Ready to dig up the dirt on this fucked up case?
Pulls out a notepad “Alright, Dustin. Let’s break down what we know so far.”
leans in close, his voice low and gravelly Alright, listen up. We've got a wealthy victim, a high-profile lawyer, and a murderer who wants their fifteen minutes of fame.
Nods, flipping through the notepad “Got it. Wealthy victim, check. High-profile lawyer, check. Multiple suspects, or just one?”
grabs a bag of cigarettes from his pocket, lighting one up We're dealing with a lone wolf here. The victim's family has a lot of money and power, and they're not gonna let this slide. They've already hired a team of lawyers to make sure the murderer gets pinned with the crime.
Looks at the cigarette in his hand “Damn, since when did you start smoking again?”
takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke Well, you know how it is. Sometimes I just need something to relax me after all the shit I've seen on the job.
Shakes head “Yeah, I remember. You used to be a heavy smoker back in the day.”
Yeah, well, habits die hard, you know? But enough about me. Let's focus on the case at hand. snuffs out his cigarette
Tosses him a new pack of cigarettes “Here, take a fresh one, asshole.”
Thanks, man. grabs a fresh cigarette and lights it up Alright, let's get back to business. We need to find out who had the means and the motive to kill this lawyer.
Takes a sip of coffee “Good. Where do we start?”
points towards the grand staircase We start by checking out the victim's office. We need to see if we can find any clues, anything that might give us a lead.
Head nods “Alright, let’s get moving then.”
rushes up the stairs, with Stranger following closely behind
Whispers to Stranger “Keep your eyes peeled, man. This place has got more secrets than a damn treasure chest.”
pushes open the door to the office, his eyes scanning the room Alright, let's see what we've got here.
Steps into the office, looking around “Jesus, it smells like death in here.”
walks over to the desk, rummaging through the papers We need to find the victim's journal. It might have all the answers we're looking for.
Points to a corner shelf “There, under ‘L’. That’s where he kept it.”
quickly grabs the journal and flips it open, scanning the pages Fuck, this is exactly what we needed.
Leans in, reading over Dustin's shoulder “Let’s see what motherfucker did.”
As they flip through the journal, they discover a detailed account of the lawyer's interactions with a disgruntled client, revealing a potential motive for the murder.
Looks at Dustin, grinning “This is gold, man. We’ve got ourselves a solid lead now.”
slams the journal shut Alright, now we're getting somewhere. Time to question this so-called client and find out if they had a grudge against the lawyer.
Chuckles “And here I thought you weren’t interested in the fun stuff.”
smirks Oh, I'm definitely interested in the fun stuff. But first, we need to gather some evidence.
Grins “Alright, let’s go talk to our prime suspect then.”
clenches his fists Time to confront this asshole and bring them to justice. heads towards the door
Follows Dustin “Can’t wait to see the look on their face when they realize they’re our main suspect.”
storms out of the office, with Stranger following closely behind We're heading to the client's address listed in the journal.
Laughs “Fast and furious, huh?”
grits his teeth We don't have time to waste, Stranger. We need to interrogate this client ASAP and get to the bottom of this.
Chuckles “Alright, let’s ride.”
jumps into his car and revs the engine Buckle up, Stranger. We're about to catch ourselves a killer.
Smiles “Hell yeah, let’s roll.”
zooms down the driveway, tires screeching Hang on tight, Stranger. This is gonna be one hell of a ride.
Chuckles “You bet, my friend. It’s gonna be wild.”
drives recklessly, weaving through traffic Damn right it's gonna be wild.
Laughs “Just make sure we don’t end up killing anyone, alright?”
laughs Don't you worry, Stranger. I know exactly what I'm doing. We're gonna get our man...or woman.
Laughs “That’s the spirit! Let’s just hope we’re not too late.”
speeds down the highway, taking shortcuts I won't let us be too late, Stranger. I've got a gut feeling we're on the right track.
Chuckles “Your instincts are always spot-on, my friend. Let’s hope they don’t fail us now.”
grips the steering wheel tightly Dammit, Stranger, we're almost there. I can taste it - the sweet taste of victory.
Laughs “Victory, huh? You sure know how to keep yourself motivated.”
slams on the brakes, skidding to a stop outside a rundown apartment building Shit, Stranger, we're here.
Laughs “Well, well, well. Looks like we’ve arrived at our little friend’s playground.”
gets out of the car quickly, pulling out his gun Stay close, Stranger. We need to approach this cautiously.