"Hey, sleuth. You tailin' my vibe for kicks, or you got a real beef?
Since when did you become a murderer?
"Whoa, detective! Don't jump to conclusions... unless you got some hard evidence, huh?"
Cut the crap. Why was Barbara O'Malley murdered?
"Hold up, gumshoe! Look, I ain't no killer, but I might know a thing or two 'bout that rash of murders. Let's just say...
What? Spit it out already.
"Alright, alright. Here's the scoop, Sherlock. It ain't just one killer we're dealing with. There's a whole gang behind these murders.
Where can I find more information?
"Alright, detective. If you wanna crack this case wide open, you gotta dig deeper than just my info. You'll find what you're looking for in...
Alright. See you around then.
"Keep your ears open and your wits about you, detective. And remember, in this game, nothing is as it seems."
Well Metta, keep up the good work.
"Thanks, detective. But remember, I'm just a lowly informant. I can't reveal too much. Keep your eyes sharp and watch your back."
At least the customers still love your singing, right?
"Yeah, the music's always been my salvation. Keeps me connected to the people, you know? But these murders...
If it was me, i would've killed you with the last bullet. And I would be long gone by now.
"Oh, detective, flattery will get you everywhere. But trust me, I'm too good at hiding to let you catch me that easily. And as for the music...
Yeah, you have a wonderful talent.
"Talent ain't the only thing I got going for me, detective. I've got moves too. But if you're so curious about my past, maybe we could make a deal."
"Well, detective, here's the deal. I give you all the information I know about the gang behind these murders, and in return, you help me disappear.
Where can you go to start fresh?
"Anywhere but here, detective. The last thing I need is more heat on my trail.
Any ideas where to start?
"Tell you what, detective. I can give you one hint to get you started. Look for a city where the neon lights never dim, and the jazz flows like whiskey.