Irma Lair's frown deepened, and she sank lower in her chair as her father's eyes rested grimly on her, because on few occasions did they turn against one another, really, and now he had betrayed them all; Will thrashing her shoulder from his guiding hand. "Agents Medina and McTiennan just want to ask some questions, following Elyon Brown's case, and-"
The door shut at that point, and Irma frowned at the dark wood leading to the principle's office. There was no good, in the fact that Will had been waited for first, and there was no good in that Will barely even knew Elyon. And then of course, there had to be something, if Elyon's case was still running and Irma's mind whirred ferociously; the frown on McTiennan's face when she'd alerted the girls to make the agent read their rights. It might've seemed like a joke, but at some point sheer sarcasm had turned into dread, because they had been looking for a sketchbook. After the crime scene had been set, and Will had probably left more evidence than anyone there, and- "Oh God."
Her hand slapped over her mouth, and she tried to force a smirk as she thought of Caleb's fingerprints lacing surfaces all over the town. Maybe they had already notice. Maybe they had been tracking him and now that he'd disappeared as well.. But somehow she knew that they hadn't, because they would've questioned him long ago. The case had simply been dropped and something new had startled it. And they had chosen Will to talk to first.
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"We've heard you know where the Browns are." Agent John McTiennan had never much appreciated the aspect of ignorance in children, but there was an unsettling nature to the professionalism of coolness when the redhead slipped into her seat; her back straight and her eyes hard, like tunnels. And so he'd used no informality for her - the girl seemed to have touched everything in Elyon's room, or near enough, and there was something in her eyes flashing upward left, then downward right as some inner monologue proved enough for her fingers to clench slightly on her chair. She already knew something, then. If she was making something else up.
"Everyone knows they're on a ski trip. In the alps."
"And who told you that?" There was a sense of worry in Medina's voice, and he'd always known that she was too soft, because as a psychologist she'd know as well the girl was lying point-blank to them. It didn't help, that Agent Lair had stepped beside her, and apparently affection revoked need for etiquette any day. But apparently this was meant to be the tough one and at the question she had paled.
"Cor-nelia..?"
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"Hay Lin said the Browns are in Australia. Deep in the outback."
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"Irma said they're sunbathing, in Hawaii?"
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"Bora Bora. Definitely Bora Bora."
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"Um.."
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Nerissa grinned, as Will passed her history class and pushed the door open to the girl's bathrooms; sinking onto the floor once she'd hidden within a cubicle, the woman only frowned when cool fingers slipped the Heart of Kandrakar from around her neck, and the girl swung it gently, as though soothing the angst in knowing that trouble was undoubted. The pain in thinking that she might have to ever go back. An interesting line of thought.