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In the end, Sam and Dean agreed that two FBI agents showing up to question the mayor might come off too accusatory. Sam knew his brother would have a tough time questioning her objectively, so he offered.
"If you insist, Sammy. Guess I can find Henry and ask him a few questions then."
Sam shook his head. "Pretty sure it's illegal to interrogate a minor without parental consent."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Dude, you are aware that we're not actual FBI agents, right?"
This was certainly true. Sam supposed it was a little late to start worrying about legalities now. Sam nodded. "Alright then, you question the kid and I'll have a talk with Mills."
It was no surprise that the mayor's house was the grandest of them all. Sam pushed the wrought iron gate open and glanced back at Dean who was mouthing "compensating." Sam laughed and started up the cobbled walkway. He heard the crunch of gravel as his brother drove away. To his surprise the front door flew open before he'd even reached the porch steps. Gold appeared, followed by an attractive woman with dark features.
"Get off of my property!" She scowled. Mr. Gold grinned when he noticed Sam who stood silently, watching.
"I'd hold my tongue if I were you, dearie. We have company." He nodded towards Sam. Mayor Mills scrunched up her nose as one would when receiving a whiff of something unpleasant. "Looks like I best take my leave. We'll be in touch." he added. It was unclear to Sam just who the comment was directed towards. Then Gold carefully descended the steps and limped down the path towards him.
"How nice to see you again agent. How is the case going?"
Without missing a beat, Sam said "I'm not authorized to disclose that information, Mr. Gold. But I can assure you that my partner and I will obtain the answers we're looking for."
Gold simply nodded. " I certainly do hope so, agent. If you recall, I believe I was the one who promised you would."
Sam cocked his head and watched as Gold took his leave. Really weird guy. None of the witnesses had mentioned Mr. Gold during the interrogations. But if the man had absolutely nothing to do with Graham's death, Sam would be surprised. It might be worth asking the man a few questions.
"Excuse me?"
Sam flinched. Had someone dropped an ice cube down his shirt? The mayor's voice was cold, biting. Her stilettos clicked along the cobblestone as she approached. The monsters he and his brother killed would quiver with fear under this woman's eye. Sam gulped.
"Mayor Mills, I'm Agent Carroll, I'd like to ask you a few questions concerning-"
"May I first see some identification? Please." Her smile was unctuous.
"Of course." Sam offered her his card which she snatched and studied a while before handing back.
"You've come to ask me about Graham." She folded her arms across her chest and drummed her arms with blood-red nails.
"Yes. Apparently you were one of the last people to see him alive. I need to know if there seemed to be anything wrong with him."
Mills gave a distempered sigh. "Surely by now you've heard that Graham was very sick. A high fever. That's all I know. It was unfortunate, his death. But these things do happen."
"Actually," Sam countered with a shake of his head, "a man Graham's age, with no history of heart disease, dying from a heart attack? That's fairly uncommon."
"Look, agent. If you want answers, talk to Emma Swan. She was with him last. If anyone 'tampered' with his life, then she was the only one who had the opportunity to do so. Do a background check. Miss Swan has a history of breaking the law and her life before she moved here to Storybrooke is a big, mysterious question mark. I'm looking for my own answers." She paused. Sam about died from shock when her eyes softened. "While I don't like to go around discussing my private life with anyone, I will say that I cared for Graham." Her eyes met Sam's. "I want to find out who is responsible for this more than anyone. I want them brought to justice."
Sam furrowed his brows. "So, you do believe it was murder."
She took a few steps backwards. "I will not put up with these petty interrogations. I have enough on my plate as is. And that includes a memorial service for Graham."
"Mayor Mills, I'm not making accusations-"
"And I'm not saying you are. What I am saying is that I have no intention of handing out information about my life, my town, or the people I care about to someone with a forged FBI badge."
"I don't know what-"
"Don't play games with me. You and your 'partner' have until sun up to get out of my town, or you'll be the ones who'll be answering some questions."
With the threat in the air, she turned on her heels, entered her house, and slammed the door behind her.
Sam stood on the walkway, dumbfounded. The woman really was scary as all hell.
To Be Continued...
A/N: Finally able to get a new chapter up! Thank you all for reading, reviewing, and following :D I feel like I need a cool sign-off phrase haha
