A pile of votes appear in front of the Sergeant, votes he quickly counts. When he's done, he stands up and looks at them. For a moment the silence is thick, he looks at the clock again.
Were you hoping it was someone else? In the middle, the profile you all made up was sounding like a poor child was the killer.... [She actually sounds a little amused by that.]
Huh, I wasn't expecting a compliment... but I guess I did technically spare you all from the motive, so that's fine. I'll give you one back. You came the closest to finding it... the piece of the puzzle you were missing.
[She offers him her hand. There's nothing on it, though... but if he brought it closer to his face, he would catch a fragrance of cherries.]
I used scented remover for the gunshot residue. Call me a sucker for feminine marketing, but it's not like anyone noticed.
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[ he sighs. his expression is irritated...towards everything. ]
How regrettable.
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[ he looks a little embarrassed by that, honestly. ]
Nevertheless, you were skilled in covering the crime. It's regrettable, but impressive.
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[She offers him her hand. There's nothing on it, though... but if he brought it closer to his face, he would catch a fragrance of cherries.]
I used scented remover for the gunshot residue. Call me a sucker for feminine marketing, but it's not like anyone noticed.