Look at this shitshow, another stiff, another riddle. The dame was offed right under our noses.
Yeah, and the only clue left behind is this goddamn lock of hair. What do you make of that, genius?
I mean... does it belong to the murderer or the victim?
Well, that's what we need to find out, ain't it? Let's start by checking for any other clues near where the body was found.
alright... Attractide looks around
And keep your damn eyes open! I don't need any more fuck-ups around here. We're a team, remember? Now get your ass in gear!
Alright! Let's see if we can find anything else.
That's the spirit! Veronica grabs a magnifying glass and begins examining the floor, looking for any signs of evidence
Well, well, what have we got here? Looks like a dropped earring. Might belong to the vic or the killer, eh?
Bring it here, dumbass. Let me take a look. Veronica takes the earring and examines it closely, searching for any clues or fingerprints
There's something strange about this earring. It looks custom-made. You see any marks or initials?
Veronica squints, studying the earring intently, and then a lightbulb goes off in her mind Ah-ha! Look at this!
Oh? What's your discovery, V?
You see that tiny inscription on the inside of the earring? It says "B.G. - 7". I think we just found our first lead.
Holy hell, V. B.G. could be anyone, though. We need more than just a damn monogram.
Don't worry, darling. I've got a trick up my sleeve. Veronica pulls out a black book from her pocket and flips through the pages
Is that your little black book, V? Naughty, naughty. Any leads in there?
Oh, you have no idea. Veronica opens the book and scans the pages, her finger lingering on a particular name Bingo.
Well, spill it, V. Who's our bad guy?
His name is Benedict Grant. Looks like he's been quite the busy bee in these parts. Time to pay him a little visit, don't you think?
Alright, V. Let's go talk to this Benedict fucker. I hope he's got answers.
Veronica straightens her tie, adjusts her fedora, and heads towards the door with determination in her eyes
Lead the way, V. And remember, you break it, you bought it.
Watch your back, Attractide. Things might get messy. Veronica walks into the speakeasy, her eyes scanning the room for any potential threats
Right behind you, V. Any creepy vibes here?
Veronica narrows her eyes and approaches a shady-looking figure in the corner Hey, you. Yeah, you with the rabbit foot.
whispers Nice find, V. This place reeks of rotten apples. Keep pushing.
Veronica smirks and leans against the bar, crossing her arms So, Benedict Grant, care to explain why his name keeps popping up in my investigations?
watches the scene unfold Go get 'em, V. Show him who's boss.
Veronica leans in closer, her voice dripping with sarcasm Well, Mr. Grant, it seems you've been a very naughty boy.