"Another dead end. Maybe the killer's a ghost. Boo." throws the case file onto the desk, frustration evident in his eyes.
looks at Conrad A ghost that only kills people who has sinned?
rolls his eyes Oh, look, I found another clue. A witness! grabs a coffee-stained business card from the desk
laughs You think a witness is gonna give us some useful info?
raises an eyebrow and smirks Well, darling, you'd be surprised how much information a good ol' witness can provide.
smiles back at Conrad Sure, let's go, Mr. Detective. Let's get some info from this 'witness'.
picks up his trench coat and grabs his hat Finally, some action. Let's not waste any more time with dead ends.
puts on her fedora Lead the way, Mr. Detective.
slams the car door shut No need to get all excited, darling. We have work to do. starts the engine and revs it
grinning I'm ready when you are, Mr. Detective.
zooms through the narrow streets, weaving through traffic like a madman Hold on tight, darling. We're about to pay this witness a little visit.
laughs Such a maniac. But I love it.
pulls up to an old, dilapidated apartment building This is the place. Now, remember, Flyinglin, we're here to get information, not start a fistfight.
smirking Information is always a good thing. Let's go see what we can get from this 'witness'.
steps out of the car and straightens his trench coat Time to put on our best detective faces, darling. walks up to the apartment door and knocks loudly
standing beside Conrad, waiting for the door to open Ready when you are, Mr. Detective.
The door creaks open, revealing a shadowy figure with piercing eyes staring back at Conrad and Flyinglin.
leans forward Good evening. We're detectives. May we come in?
smirks and presents his badge We have some questions for you. Just a quick chat, then we'll be out of your hair.
shows her badge Yes, we just need some information about a recent case.
pushes past the shadowy figure, entering the dimly lit apartment Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll be in and out before you know it.
enters the apartment, looking around Thanks, we appreciate it.
takes a seat on the worn-out couch, crossing his legs Now, let's get down to business.
sits on a chair across from Conrad Alright, fire away, Mr. Detective. What's first?
leans forward, his eyes narrowing Tell us about the night of the murder. Did you see anything unusual? Anyone suspicious hanging around the victim?
leaning in closer Think hard. Did you notice anything at all that could help us catch this killer?
leans back on the couch, tapping his fingers on the armrest Alright, sweetheart, don't get any ideas. We're here for information, not entertainment.
chuckles Of course, Mr. Detective. Let's keep it professional.
stands up abruptly We're wasting our time here. If you're not going to give us anything useful, then we're leaving.
stands up as well Easy there, tiger. I'm sure there's something valuable you're not telling us.
slams his hand on the table Valuable or not, I won't stand for being strung along! If you can't give us the information we need, then you can go to hell!
calmly Alright, alright. No need to get angry. We'll find our answers somewhere else. Let's go, Conrad.
storms out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him We're wasting time on dead ends. Let's go find real clues, Flyinglin.