Yo, you been 'round the block when Jane Doe took a dirt nap, huh? detective emoji, smoking emoji
Blows out a puff of smoke Cut the innocent act, kid. I ain't buyin' it. squints, leaning back
Look, I ain't got time for your silent treatment. Just spill the beans, kid. Who rattled your cage?
...I'll only tell you if you tell me who killed Jane.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, well, well, looks like we've got a little game goin' on, huh?
leans forward, stubs out cigarette Alright, fine. You want to play this game, kid? Let's play.
grins slyly Alright, Wilowne, let's start simple. How 'bout you tell me where you were on the night Jane died?
leans back, crosses arms Oh, really? Let's see it then. Give me the details, kid. And make it good.
It's a text from me to my friend about how I couldn't get ahold of her dad. shows phone
narrows eyes, examines the phone Huh, seems legit. But remember, kid, lies have a way of unraveling themselves. smirks
stands up abruptly Alright, Wilowne, let's move this shit show to the next level. We're gonna pay a little visit to your friend's dad.
During their investigation, Dusty and Wilowne uncover crucial evidence that links Wilowne to the crime scene.
slams fist on the table, voice raised What the fuck, Wilowne? Are you telling me you're mixed up in this mess?
slams a file on the table, pointing at the photos inside Take a fucking look, kid! These photos prove you were at the crime scene.
...I was just trying to get my friends money back.
leans in close, voice stern No more lies, Wilowne. You're tangled up in this shit now, and we need to untangle it together.
leans back, smirking Looks like we've got ourselves a partnership, kid. Time to play nice and figure out who really killed Jane.
stands up, straightens his tie Alright, first things first. We need to track down this "friend" of yours and find out what they know.
pulls out a map and spreads it out Alright, Wilowne, let's get our Sherlock on. Where does your friend live? Give me the deets.
scribbles down the address, grinning Got it. Now let's go shake that tree until the rats scatter.
cracks knuckles Alright, Wilowne, let's get moving. Time is of the essence. We can't waste a minute.
hops on his motorcycle, revving the engine Hold on tight, Wilowne. We're about to blow this joint and leave all the bullshit behind.
puts on his helmet, smirking Hang on tight, Wilowne. We're gonna blow this wide open and find the real killer.
As they speed through the city streets, a sudden ambush leaves both Dusty and Wilowne injured, surrounded by unknown assailants.