Chapter 4:

Back at the manor house by the crime scene, Cho Rigsby and Van Pelt were running down alibis of all the employees of Mr. Collins. 4 chefs, 3 maids and 5 butlers: none of which had produced anything solid or just lucid enough to form a lead. Rigsby was questioning the last butler on his list, Mr Danes. The tall, smart and well mannered 32 year old was the son of the longest serving butler to the family and the eldest of the traditional British accented service. Danes was the closest to the family; if something was going on he would know. To Rigsby's dismay, just because Mr. Danes knew didn't mean that he would tell.

'So how did you know Tom, err… Jonathan?' Rigsby inquired for the umpteen time, his voice becoming drier and drier with each question.

'I prefer Mr. Danes, Sir' He returned professionally, years of proud British heritage cutting into his calm, focussed voice. 'And you know how I know him. He works here, stealing the money we earn, we deserve. My family have been here for years.'

'So you're not a fan?' Rigsby continued, slightly bemused. Most others had told him that Tom was a kind, collected person, a little distant at times but worth the money he was paid: Quite artistic.

This guy has a grudge, Rigsby thought childishly, though he noted it down with detail.

'No.' Mr. Danes stated bluntly. 'He can turn everyone to like him, but I can see right through him. He's even got Mr. Collins eating of his hands AND the man's daughter. She follows his work like a pilgrim. Disgraceful', he said with great contempt.

'Notice anything strange or unusual about Tom lately?' he questioned, his eyes leaving the notepad to taken in the constantly composed face of the British Butler, he looked as though nothing fatal had ever happened and was bizarrely happy about it.

'Strange: no, although I'd noticed him going home later in the day for the past few week', Danes noted observantly he thought. While Rigsby's mind turn to Stalker, thought he had one more question to ask.

' And where were you between the hours of 10 and 11 yesterday night?'

'Here. Well, I was waiting on Mr. Collins till 10:30 and left to go home to wife, we live only 10 minutes away. You can check.' The confidence resonating in his voice annoyed Rigsby to an extent.

'We will', the agent affirmed as he left the table to regroup with his co-workers. Something was off about him, he just…wasn't normal.

'So what did you get out off the Chefs?' Rigsby sighed, refreshing his voice with water as he joined Van Pelt and Cho. 'Free food' his line of thought trailed irrationally, barely noting that his words were heard by his friends. He stared at his co-workers with innocence, they were investigating the death of a seemingly nice man and all he could think of was food.

'Nothing much, He just seems… seems to be a really nice guy, I don't get how he'd be the one to die', Van Pelt sighed feeling somewhat dejected.

'He's good at his job though, due to have a raise to a 6-figure salary. Little close to the family no t just for professional reasons. Rumours have it that he may have had an affair with one unnamed member of the Collins family'. Cho continued dryly.

'Great!' Rigsby had a bad feeling about this case or perhaps he'd just to prefer it to be easier. Open and shut cases, they were the best this just wasn't one. 'So, all we've got to go on are some workplace gossips and a grudging butler. Yeah, this is sure to a good.'

A/N: So how is it so far? Any Good?

Sorry to say I'm going away to Oxford for a while so won't be able to update.