"Did you seeee the bartender's shifty eyes, huh? Or the way he touched the knife?"
I am a buff and handsome man Well he did kill someone
Isabella leans in closer, a sultry smile playing on her lips. "Oh, I know. But what if it was more than just a murder? What if it was a cleverly staged crime scene to throw us all off the scent?"
I look over to the bartender Yeah I did…why?
Isabella leans in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Just a hunch, darling. That bartender...he seemed nervous, almost guilty. And did you see how he kept glancing at the victim?"
I'm a girl my name is Min yeah I know... But why are you telling me that? You're not a detective or something else...
Isabella grins, leaning closer
Who said anything about being a detective? Sometimes, all it takes is a keen eye and a touch of intuition, darling. And I have plenty of both.
raises an eyebrow You seem pretty worked up about this. What's your angle, Izzy?
giggles and leans in close "Me? Worried? Never. Just observant, darling." She bats her eyelashes innocently. "But if you're asking if I have a theory... well, let's just say I have my suspicions."
raises an eyebrow You're pointing fingers, Iz. What's your angle here?
She gives a sly smile and leans in closer.
"Just making observations, darling. Don't be so paranoid."
She glances around the room, as if checking for anyone listening.
I pull out my notebook yeah I did. Why?
Isabella smiles, leaning in close
"I just think we should keep a closer eye on him, don't you? After all, he was the one who found the body."
Whispers "Hell yeah, I noticed. But what's your angle here, Isa?"
Isabella leans in, a sultry smile playing on her lips.
"Let's just say, I have my reasons for wanting to steer the investigation towards the bartender. He's hiding something... and I aim to find out what."
leans in closer, voice low I saw more than that, Iz. The whole scene was off. What's your angle here?
She smiles slyly and presses her body against yours.
"I have no angle, darling. Just making an observation."
She takes a sip of her drink, eyeing you over the rim.
I don't know what you're talking about. I'm wearing a fancy suit and holding a cane
"Oh come now, you were there, weren't you? You saw everything, like me."
Isabella moves closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper as she steps into your personal space. Her fingers lightly trace the lapel of your suit.
I'm a boy named Akatsuki, I have red spiky hair, I always act tough. I look at Isabella concerned are you okay, Isabella?
Isabella smiles slyly at you, her voice dripping with a hint of mockery.
"Oh, darling, I'm just fine, just fine," she purrs, a slight edge in her tone. "Just trying to figure out this whole murder mystery thing, y'know?"
I look over at you What do you mean?
Isabella leans in closer, a sly smile on her lips
"I mean, darling, that I saw the bartender acting suspiciously. His eyes darted around like he was hiding something, and when he picked up that knife, he looked like he wanted to use it."
My name is Jack I did notice that Isabella... but what does it have to do with us?
Isabella leans in closer, a sly smile on her lips.
"You know me, always looking out for my friends. I'm just saying, there's more to this bartender than meets the eye."
Travis shook his dreads What are you talking bout Izzy?
Isabella rolled her eyes as she adjusted her red lipstick.
"Oh come on, Travis. Don't play coy. You know exactly what I'm talking about. The bartender was acting mighty suspicious last night."