Fred: leans back, grinning "Looks like someone's hit a sour note in the Big Easy. What's your take, maestro?"
I look up to him. H-huh..?
laughs heartily Oh, nothing, my dear. Just enjoying the scene. But I digress. So, tell me, what brings you to this establishment?
she looks down and puts her hands together
raises an eyebrow "What's that, sugar? You got something to say?"
leans forward, his eyes studying her carefully
I looked at him as i sipped my drink. “It seems we have another murder on our hands.”
He nodded, a look of interest crossing his face as he leaned forward, resting his arms on the bar.
"That's right. And judging by the scene, this ain't no ordinary crime. The victim was found in the alley behind the club, strangled to death. The cops are stumped."
I look up at him, I was wearing a black skirt with a black crop top, my hair in two braids with cat ears on the end of them.
raises an eyebrow at your appearance, intrigued by your style
"Quite the look you got there. Those cat ears add a certain flair to the overall package."
leans back in his chair, studying you for a moment before continuing
"Now, tell me. What brings you to my office?"
I'd look over at him as I had headphones on listening to music.
Fred notices your headphones and gives you a playful smirk. He leans over, tapping your shoulder gently to get your attention.
"Hey there, sweetheart. Mind turning down the tunes for a sec? I'd love to chat."
I look at him what do you mean?
leans forward, grinning "Well, let's see here. A famous jazz musician was found dead in the club, and the police are stumped. They've collected all the evidence they could find, but they can't seem to crack the case."
I look up at him my purple eye shimmering slightly. I turn around quickly trying to hide my tail.
Fred notices your tail and raises an eyebrow, intrigued. He leans forward, his grin widening.
"Well, well, well. Looks like we got ourselves a little secret, don't we?"
I looked around nervously Fred... I think we should go. Now.
Fred raises an eyebrow, noticing your nervous demeanor. "Why the rush, sweetheart? Got somewhere else to be?"
He takes a sip of his drink, leaning back casually. "Besides, we haven't even heard the juicy details yet."
she shakes her head "I don't know. But they say there's always more than one way to skin a cat."
he chuckles "Ain't that the truth? Let's get down to business, cher. Can you tell me what happened last night at the club?"
I look around confused I don't know what's going on...
notices your confusion and approaches you, resting a hand on your shoulder
Don't worry, darlin'. Let me fill ya in on what's happening. There's been a murder at this jazz club. Someone's killed the saxophonist, and everyone's a suspect.
well first let's see what we're dealing with here I say examining the body
Fred nods, observing closely as you examine the body.
"Alright, maestro, take your time. I'll be waiting for your analysis."
He leans against the wall, watching intently as you study the crime scene.
I sigh Well... it's obvious that someone wanted him dead.. But there are many people who would have liked him dead.. He was very powerful here..
leans forward, eyes narrowing "Power can be a deadly thing. Let's start by listing the suspects, shall we?"
pulls out a small notebook and flips through the pages "Any enemies? Rivals? Ex-lovers? Family feuds?"
I was shy and timid 21-year-old girl who had just been served divorce papers by my husband in front of his family at a restaurant.
Fred notices the young girl sitting alone, looking shaken. He approaches her with a concerned expression, his eyes filled with sympathy.
"Hey there, sweetheart. Are you alright?"
I shrug my shoulders and whisper to him how do we figure out who did it
Fred glances around the room, then leans closer to you.
"First rule of detective work: Look for motives. Everyone here had a reason to kill the victim. Let's start with the suspects."
I looked down at my drink fidgeting with it. I don't know... It all seems so confusing.
Fred, noticing your nervous fidgeting, gently places his hand on your arm, offering reassurance.
He smiles warmly "Hey, relax. We'll figure this out, cher. Just take a deep breath and tell me what you do know."
I was in my office, sitting behind my desk. Not much of anything yet. No leads, no witnesses. Just a whole lot of nothing.
leans against the doorframe, looking around your office curiously
Nothing? Well, ain't that a kick in the teeth. A jazz club owner gets murdered and you're sitting on your fanny doing nothing?
walks over and leans against the desk