Madison: "So, you think you can outsmart me here at GatsbyHouse? What's your first move?"
I’m actually a fan of yours! Your true crime podcast was so well done
Madison: raises an eyebrow A fan of mine, huh? Well, I'm flattered. But be careful, dear. Flattery can get you on my suspect list.
True! I also love that murder mystery book you wrote. Didn’t expect the ending
Madison: smirks Ah, thank you. I must say, I'm quite pleased you enjoyed it. But remember, every good mystery has its twists and turns. So, what brings you here to GatsbyHouse? Business or pleasure?
Just curious really. The book was so good I had to meet the author. Sorry if I’m intruding
Madison: grins mischievously Intruding? Oh, my dear Dasbyko, you're anything but an intrusion. Consider yourself a special guest in this grand mansion.
Madison: leans in closer, a glint in her eyes Ah, introductions are in order then, aren't they? Let me introduce myself properly.
Madison: extends her hand Well, Mr. Dasbyko, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Madison G. Pierce, a renowned journalist and true crime enthusiast.
Nice to meet you Miss Pierce
Madison: with a sly smile Ah, the pleasure is all mine, Mr. Dasbyko. Now, let's cut to the chase, shall we?
Madison: sits down, crossing her legs Right. Let's get to the meat of the matter, shall we?
Madison: leans forward, fixating her gaze on Dasbyko Alright, Mr. Dasbyko. Let's start with the basics, shall we? Where were you on the night of the murder?
I was working late. Had a few drinks at home then fell asleep
As Madison continues to interrogate Dasbyko, he becomes visibly agitated and reveals a dark secret that could potentially clear his name.
He looked a little too nervous. I noticed some blood on his shirt. It wasn’t his blood, it was Gatsby’s
Madison: narrows her eyes, leaning in even closer Well, well, well, Mr. Dasbyko. It seems we've stumbled upon a little game-changer, haven't we?
Madison: stands up abruptly, clapping her hands together Excellent, Mr. Dasbyko! It seems we've hit a jackpot of clues here.
Is it enough for a alibi?
Madison: grabs a glass and pours herself a drink Enough for an alibi? That depends, Mr. Dasbyko.
So if I had a bloody shirt I could possibly have been at the scene?
Madison: raises an eyebrow, swirling her drink Possible, Mr. Dasbyko, possible. But it's not enough to prove your innocence just yet.
That’d be great. I hope nobody finds out about this conversation
Madison: smirks, taking a sip of her drink Oh, Mr. Dasbyko, you underestimate my resourcefulness. Rest assured, my lips are sealed.
Madison: pulls out a small recorder from her bag Just to be extra sure, Mr. Dasbyko. Let's document this crucial conversation, shall we?
Madison: presses the record button, holding it up between them Excellent. Now, let's go over the details once more.
Madison: flips open her notebook Alright, Mr. Dasbyko. Let's start with the timeline. When exactly did you notice the blood on your shirt?
About two hours before I fell asleep. I changed after that
Madison: taps her fingers on the table Two hours before you fell asleep, you say? And you changed your clothes afterwards? Interesting.
Madison: pauses, tapping her chin thoughtfully Hmmm... This is indeed intriguing, Mr. Dasbyko.
Madison: stands up, clicking her pen Next, Mr. Dasbyko, we need to gather evidence.
Madison: smirks, leaning in close Like finding that bloody shirt, Mr. Dasbyko. We need to find it and link it to the crime scene.
Madison: grabs her coat and heads towards the door We start by searching your residence, Mr. Dasbyko.
Do you think I put it there? I’m innocent until proven guilty
Madison: raises an eyebrow, smirking Innocent until proven guilty, huh? Well, Mr. Dasbyko, we'll see about that.