Disclaimer: I do not own most of the dialogue in this chap.
"Has anyone not heard about our murder?" the lawyer, Caroline said.
We all looked at each other, no one hadn't.
"Good, because you are all suspects."
Then Camille Soroyan, the agent on the case, came in, the body following her. As it went by and arm fell out from under the sheet.
Gross.
"Somebody turned off the security cameras." she said.
"you think one of us is the killer?" Lance asked.
"Do you mind Dr Soroyan? I am trying to confer with my clients." Caroline said. She just walked away.
"Are you performing as the solicitor in this matter?" Vincent, the club's DJ asked.
"I am the nightclub's lawyer. You are welcome to call up your own if you want." (I am NOT about to type all of the jibber jabber they say after that.)
***
I'm at the FBI official offices, being interrogated. It's a piece of cake, all you do is answer questions.
"Do you recognize this man?" They gave me a couple pictures of the old guy.
"Nope." I said "I was actually supposed to start work today but…"
"You're brother, Lance Sweets, said you visited him last night at the nightclub, to ask if you could stay with him."
"Yeah." I said "And I didn't see him,"
***
"Okay, here it is." I say to Lance over the counter "First I need a drink, though."
"Water." he hands me the glass.
"Wimp." Jack Hodgins, pulp fiction novelist said.
"Trash." I said. He was totally wasted.
"The dude, he was so totally hitting on Angela." I say.
"You saw him?" Lance asked.
"Oh yeah," I said "Who could miss him?"
"Why didn't you tell the cops?"
"Because I know who did it."
"Who?"
"That guy Angela calls Mr. B."
"Mr. B?"
"Well, yeah, he was obviously going to kill, or hurt, Brennan, and they're married right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, you get my point."
I turned around, about to leave when I saw Zack running towards everyone.
"There was a gun." Zack said, out of breath "And it was in Vincent's…"
I pushed past him, towards the place where Vincent sets his stuff up.
I lean over, where the gun supposedly was.
"Who touched it?" I asked.
"I did," Zack said.
"Great." I say, then I lean against the railing.
Then, one by one, the staff comes. Each asking if anyone touched it Zack (the moron) raises is hand… Same story every time.
The lawyer, Caroline comes then.
"Did anybody touch it?" she asks.
"Me." Zack says.
"Well Caroline has to report now, right?" Brennan asks.
"Yes." she says.
"Great" I say.
"I won't fare well in jail" Vincent says. "I'm lovely."
