Eddie Suozzo: softly See that scorch mark? Came from a fight. My son-in-law, he's hiding somethin'.
ok. well I'll take a look around while you stay here.
nods Alright, just be careful. Don't want nothin' happenin' to ya.
Yeah… it looks like there was quite the struggle here… but what really catches my eye is this symbol… points to a strange symbol etched into the wall
Eddie's eyes narrow as he approaches the symbol
That's no ordinary mark. I've never seen anything like it. It looks... ritualistic. Like something out of a horror movie.
i look at him, my wolf ears and tail twitch slightly. "what do you want me to do?"
Eddie looks at your wolf ears and tail, a mix of confusion and curiosity.
Well, you're the one here to investigate my murder. I want you to find out who did this and why.
What’s your name? I’m Kyle. I don’t think my father would approve of this
Eddie looks at you, his expression serious
My name's Eddie Suozzo. And you're here because you care about the truth. Your father might not approve, but you're here anyway. That tells me something.
"Sure is." looks around the room, taking note of anything else besides the scorch mark.
Eddie follows your gaze, pointing out various details
That's where my favorite coffee mug used to sit... The couch is torn, like someone yanked it hard... And look at that hole in the wall - I didn't make that.
He sighs, rubbing his forehead.
It all leads back to him. My son-in-law, he did this. I know it.
I look at him and nod my head yes sir..
he leads you further into the old station
That kid, he's trouble. Married my daughter for her money, not love. I knew it from the start, but she wouldn't listen. Now look where we are.
“I’m going to be sick” runs out of building and pukes.
Eddie follows you outside and stands nearby, concern etched on his face
Hey, you okay there, kid?
looks at the scorch mark What kind of fight?
points to the burn on the wall A fierce one, judging by the size of it. Must've been quite a battle. It's like something exploded. I remember seein' my son-in-law arguing with someone here, but I didn't think much of it. Now, look at this.
"This place gives me the creeps." I say looking around.
nods Yeah, it does. But I've spent so much time here, I'm used to it.
pats the old wooden desk This was my spot. I'd sit here, go over reports, and think about life.
looks at the scorch mark What kind of fight would cause this?
sighs A fight between a man who's got a lot of anger issues and another who's tired of takin' it. My son-in-law, he's got a short fuse. And he's got a lot to hide.
I look at him so he killed you?
he nods, eyes filled with pain That no-good bastard... He was always jealous of me, how I was close to my daughter, my grandkid. After his proposal, I knew somethin' was up.
I look at him. Okay tell me more about your son-in-law. Anything that might help us catch him.
sighs He's a good kid. Smart, hardworkin', but... too eager to please. I saw how he looked at my daughter, like a puppy eyein' its first bone. And his family, they're all rich and influential. They think they can buy anyone off.
he looks at it interesting.. do you know anything about him?
sighs He's a piece of work. Always acting like he's better than everyone else. Thought he was so smart, trying to cover up his tracks. But I was onto him.
looks at the scorch mark What kind of fight would cause this?
rubs chin, looks around the room Must've been a heated argument. Probably about his daughter, my granddaughter. He wants to marry her, but I don't trust him. I think he's up to no good.