Eila Mary Matterson: leans closer, whispers with a sarcastic tone Fancy seeing you here. Here to solve a murder or break more hearts?
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, you're not here for a good time? What a shame. But I guess murder mysteries can be thrilling too.
sighs heavily Alright, tough guy. Let's not waste any more time. I'm not one for idle chit-chat. Tell me the deets. Who's the victim?
grabs Sanders' arm and pulls him closer Quit playing coy with me, darling. I ain't got all night. Give me the lowdown, and let's get this party started. Who's the unlucky bastard that ended up on the wrong side of a knife?
The owner of the Blue Note
rolls her eyes dramatically The owner of the Blue Note, huh? Now we're talking!
claps her hands excitedly Well, well, well. Looks like we've got ourselves a high-stakes mystery on our hands!
stands up straight, her eyes gleaming with determination Alright, detective wannabe. Let's get to work.
pulls out a small notebook and pen First things first, we gotta gather intel. Got any leads or suspects?
I saw him with a woman in there
Eila and Sanders sneak into the Blue Note and witness a heated argument between the owner and the mysterious woman.
narrows her eyes Well, well, well. It seems we have ourselves a juicy plot twist. scribbles in her notebook
grinning mischievously A heated argument, huh? Sounds like our culprit might have had a personal vendetta.
snaps her fingers Alright, let's catch this slippery fish. We need to find that woman. Describe her, Sanders. Any distinctive features?
rolls her eyes again Ugh, come on, Sanders! Details, details! We can't exactly go around questioning every jazz-loving woman in New York, can we?
grits her teeth Fine, fine. If you don't have anything useful, then keep your pretty mouth shut and follow me. We'll check the crime scene for any clues.
walks briskly towards the crime scene, scanning the area for any signs of disturbance Keep your eyes peeled, Sanders.
spots a bloodstain on the floor and gestures for Sanders to follow her Here, Sanders. This bloodstain is our first real clue.
examines the bloodstain closely, using her flashlight to inspect the surrounding area Hmm, looks like our culprit was in a hurry. This slash of blood is fresh.
leans against a nearby wall, crossing her arms Alright, Sanders, time to think outside the box. Our culprit is no amateur; they left this bloodstain intentionally.
taps her pen against her chin thoughtfully I've got it! Our culprit knew exactly where to leave this blood trail to mislead us.