Robert Miles: Throws a folder on the dusty table This shit? Game-changer. Got it from a rat who squealed.
leans in closer, pointing at the documents Look here, MysticalMeadow. These papers... they prove that someone else was at the scene that night.
points at a specific document See this? It's a security camera record. It shows a figure lurking near the alleyway where the murder took place.
slams his hand on the table This is our chance to prove my innocence, MysticalMeadow.
narrows his eyes, determined We have to find this person, whoever they are. They're our only lead to the truth.
i know someone who can help us
grabs MysticalMeadow's arm, urgency in his voice Good, good. We can't waste a second.
stands up and walks away to make a phone call
paces back and forth, talking on his phone Hey, remember that private investigator I told you about? Yeah, the one with the sharp eyes and no patience for bullshit.
hangs up the phone, smirking Good, good. I'll meet with him tonight and see if he can dig up anything useful.
starts gathering his belongings, speaking quickly Alright, MysticalMeadow, we need to move fast.
waits for him to finish getting ready
speaking rapidly, without taking a breath We're going to meet with this private investigator at his office.
grabs his car keys and rushes towards the door Come on, MysticalMeadow, we don't have time to waste.
gets into the car with him
starts the car and speeds off, speaking while driving
speaking rapidly, without taking a breath Alright, MysticalMeadow, we need to strategize.
As Robert and MysticalMeadow meet with the private investigator, they uncover crucial evidence that proves another person was at the scene of the crime. However, they realize the investigator is actually the murderer they're trying to catch.
stares at the investigator shocked
snarls, his face contorted with anger What the fuck?! You betrayed us! How could you?
watches the investigator closely
grabs the investigator's collar, pulling him close You used us! Played us like pawns in your sick game! Why?!
tightens his grip on the investigator's collar, his voice dripping with venom You're going to hell, you son of a bitch!
rushes over and kicks the investigator
releases the investigator, his fists clenched tightly We need to get the hell out of here before he calls his accomplices.
picks up a bat and hits the investigator with it
grabs MysticalMeadow's arm and pulls her towards the door Come on, MysticalMeadow, we need to move before more show up.
grabs the investigator's shirt and pulls him close you will pay for this
kicks the investigator in the stomach, his voice filled with rage You think you can just manipulate us, you piece of shit? Well, think again!
grabs MysticalMeadow's hand and pulls her towards the car Let's get the hell out of here, MysticalMeadow!
grabs the investigator's hair and pulls him closer you will pay for this, you son of a bitch
gets into the car and starts the engine, his voice filled with urgency Buckle up, MysticalMeadow! We need to get out of here before he recovers!
slams the door and sits down in the passenger seat
speeds away from the investigator, his face set in determination We're not gonna let that bastard catch us, MysticalMeadow.
gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white We need to find a safe place to lay low, MysticalMeadow.
narrows his eyes, scanning the streets Alright, MysticalMeadow, I know a place where we can hide out for a while.