The men linned in front of Dale and Kitto all had weird expressions on their face. Kitto had spotted one of them; nervous. Taking this chance as to that they were afraid of being caught by the law in teh act of lying Kitto had smirked that insane smirk of hers.
The man sitting in the first chair had a mroe pissed off face, Kitto would clear him first. She cleared her throat and looked at the first man, Calvin Mellotice.
"Mellotice, come with me." She didn't bother with 'please' or a 'Mr.' as a title. Kitto jsut wanted to solve this case and get done in time to get that letter to L.
Mellotice stood and followed Kitto into the back section of the office. Kitto pulled the privacy curtain shut and poitned for Mellotice to sit in the chair in front of a chair and desk that Kitto sat behind.
"Calvin," She said to gain his attention.
He looekd up and raised a eyebrow.
"Your boss, Miller, has been caught in the act of stealing money," She said. At this the man's eyebrows furrowed. "And we've brought you here to question about any mysterious actinos your boss has taking lately."
"Well, Mr. Miller has been acting weird lately. But I thought that was because he found out his daughter was pregnant," Admitted Mellotice.
Kitto perked up at this, writting the note down on a piece of paper on the desk. "Okay, could you explain to me please?"
"Er- well. Mr. Miller found out his daughter was pregnant with some gang member and he wanted her to get an abortion and she wouldn't so he banned the guy from his house and-"
"Ah. So has Miller been more aggressive lately?" Kitto asked.
"Um. I guess. He doesn't come out of his office more lately. And he skipped serveral birthday parties," Calvin said, now his eyes wide. "I-is Mr. Miller planning to do something dangerous?"
"Mr. Mellotice. I have no idea if he is or not. It is possible. At first we thought it was involved with business, but seeing this new clue is important to the investigation to why he stole the money. Is there anymore you would like to say?"
"Um- no. There's nothing that I know, sorry." He leaned back and gripped the arm of the chair and pressed a hand to his chin. He was thinking, what about? Kitto frowned when she thought that she possibly ruined his career.
"You may go now, you don't need to stay anymore. Thank you for helping with this investigation, Mr. Mellotice," Kitto dismissed and Calvin nodded before getting up and leaving the privacey curtain.
She scribbled down more notes. Then she sighed and turned her head. "Turner!" She called.
She heard a chair scrap back and footsteps that came closer to her. The privacey curtain pulled back and a tall, muscular man stepped in.
"Have a seat," she said dully. He cleared his throat before sitting down.
"Mr Turner. We have reason to beleive that Mr. Miller has been upset lately about his pregnant daughter. Do you have any information on this?" Kitto questioned, resting her elbow on the desk and putting her head in the palm of her hand.
Turner didn't know much, but spileld that he had known Miller stole the money to pay off some guy to 'help' with the gang member. Kitto had dismissed him and grinned.
"Got 'cha," She whispered before calling in the last person. He was the one with the nervous face.
". . . Mr. Filch? Ah- hello. We need to know somethings . . . "
Filch didn't know anything but was more nervous than usual. Kitto wondered if he was always like this, maybe his life was tough?
She dismissed him when she was finished questioning him. As he left the room, Dale entered the privacey curtain.
"So, what's the virdict?" He asked and glanced down at her notes.
" . . . Pregnant daughter?" He asked and tilted his head, stilling staring down at the notes.
"I think that we have a angry fatehr on our hands. He's stolen the money to hire the 'help' to 'take care' of him," She said with a sigh. "And here I thought it was something fun like business territory wars."
Dale shook his head, "You shouldn't think like that. People'd think you actually liked the thrill more than the contentment."
"So? If I do or not is my business. Anyway, would you like to go with me to a cafe?" Kitto offered. Dale shook his head again.
"Can't, girlfriend's gotta go to her parent's house today." Dale threw her an apollogetic look.
"Oh, that's fine. I wasn't gonan stayl ogn anyway. Hope you and Karen have a good time."
"You too."
"See ya," Kitto said as soon as she gathered her bag and peanut butter jar. She left the building with a frown on her face, and it stayed all the way to the cafe. It was almsot time to slip the noteo n the table. However, Kitto couldn't hlep but feel lonely.