Okay, this is how it breaks down: the detectives, the victim, plot, and all the obscure references to the people you've never heard of-mine; regular characters, the city, and all that other crap-not mine. All that crap belongs to the company...or something like that. So, let's get going.

Garza stood in a corner, waiting for Conroy to return with their first suspect. It was time to begin questioning them. The door squeaked open and Conroy led him in. Mustang was Conroy's first pick (big surprise). Garza sighed. He knew the thought process behind this choice. If Conroy could get Mustang to confess, there would be no need to question the other six, and they could go home early. Garza knew it would be more difficult than that, but let the kid have his delusions. Mustang sat in the metal chair set for him and waited for the detectives to begin. Conroy took the only other chair in the room, and Garza continued to stand. And so it begins, Garza thought.
"Can you tell us, in your own words please, just what happened the night of June 4?"
"I already told you," Mustang said calmly.
"For the record, please," Conroy said.
As Mustang started to speak, Garza's roll began. He would watch Mustang's face and gestures through the part they knew to be true and compare them to the expressions he used during the part being called into question. "We went to dinner at 7. There was a restaurant she wanted to try, the Chi, so we went. Dinner lasted about an hour and a half, then we went dancing. Around 10 we went to the park, then we left at about 10:30." They already knew this. So far he was being roughly truthful. "We were on our way home when we heard music. We stopped in the alley and for about five minutes we danced. I spun her out, and when she came back, her eyes looked vacant. She put her hand to her stomach, she fell, I caught her. I checked her pulse, but she was dead." As far as Garza could tell, he was telling the truth.
"Why didn't you call the police?" Conroy asked.
"We had drawn a crowd, I assumed someone had called them already."
"Why did you have a gun with you?"
"I always carry a gun."
Conroy looked at Mustang for a moment, then turned to Garza. They walked out into the hall, leaving Mustang in the room alone. "I can't find anything to suggest he's lying," Garza said, after the door had closed.
"Damn, me either." Conroy had been so sure that he was the one. Not that this proved otherwise, but he had been sure they would catch him strait off. "Should we bring in the next one?"
"Unless you have anything left to ask." Conroy had no other questions for the moment, so he took Mustang back to the holding area and brought in the next suspect, Hughes. Garza didn't think he had done it, either, but he was one of the few people in Central that knew the victim, which, according to Conroy, made him a suspect.
Conroy started in the second he sat down. "Where were you at 10:45 on the night of the fourth?"
"I was on my way home from the records office," Hughes said.
"Is there anyone who can verify that?"
"I think I was passing the fish cart on street 14. You could ask the woman who runs the cart because I always say hello on my way past."
Conroy made a note on his pad. "How did you know the victim?"
"We were old friends. We went to school together."
Conroy asked a few more questions to verify information they already knew, then they sent him on his way back to holding and Conroy led Hawkeye in. This was another 'suspect' who knew the victim, and even just barely.
Garza had objected to bringing this woman in. Hawkeye barely knew the victim, had a verified alibi, and, most importantly, had no motive. They began.
"Where were you on the night of the fourth at 10:45?"
"I was in my apartment." They had already checked with the tenant across the hall, who had verified that she came home at nine.
"Did you know the victim?"
"Barely. I had met her the day before. She came by headquarters to visit the colonel, and he had introduced us."
"Was that all?"
"I didn't even hear her name again until I was called in for questioning."
Conroy sighed, oh for three, and led Hawkeye out. Garza wasn't quite as annoyed as Conroy looked, but he was coming close. They had all been Conroy's suspects. He had understood calling in Mustang, but the last two had probably just been desperate grabbing at straws. He led in another sham of a suspect, Major Alex Armstrong.
"Major," Conroy began, "how did you know the victim?"
"I met the general the day before she was killed. She was in Central Headquarters, she ran into me in a hallway."
'Wow, this guy definitely did it,' Garza thought sarcastically.
Armstrong wasn't done yet. "She and Colonel Mustang had a conversation about knowing my father."
"How did they know your father?"
"It seems he taught them at the academy."
'Wow, he's simply a goldmine of relevant information.'
"Was that it?" Conroy asked.
"She apologized for hitting me, and she walked away. Later that day, I witnessed a fight between the general and colonel Mustang."
'That's slightly more interesting.'
"What were they fighting about?" Conroy asked. He was just as intent as Garza now.
"They were in disagreement as to who would win, so they fought. It was quite humiliating for Colonel Mustang. He lost horribly, in front of his entire staff."
'Entire…' That's when Garza decided to speak. "So, Lt. Hawkeye was there?"
Armstrong, startled, turned to Garza. "Yes…," he said, hesitant and confused.
"Where were you at 10:45 on the night of the fourth?" Conroy continued, aggravated to have been interrupted by Garza. He failed to see the significance of such a slight omittance.
"I was at home."
"Is there anyone we can verify that with?"
"No, I live alone."
Conroy led Armstrong out and came back to talk to Garza. "What was that about?"
"Hawkeye didn't mention a fight."
"She probably didn't see the need."
Garza could admit that to Conroy, but he didn't see Hawkeye as the type to leave anything out. She also seemed like the type that could tell a convincing lie, should she see the need.
Conroy led in Lt. Burt Esch and began again. Esch had been in town on leave visiting his mother. They had verified this and the fact that he was at her home on the outskirts of town at the time of the murder. They also had proof that he didn't have his side arm with him in Central.
"I didn't even know the general was in Central, or I might have visited her."
That was that for Esch, which left only James Foust to be questioned, then they would release the least likely suspects and begin more in depth interrogations on the suspects left over.
Foust didn't own a military pistol, but that didn't mean there was no way he couldn't have gotten a hold of one. He and the victim hadn't parted on the best of terms, giving him some small semblance of motive, and his alibi was weak at best. He also claimed no knowledge of the victim's presence in the city.
After leading Foust out, Conroy and Garza sat in the small room and decided who would be released that day, and who they needed to keep in holding.
"Hughes, Armstrong, Esch, and Hawkeye should be released," Conroy said. "I want Mustang around a little longer."
"I think we should hold on to Hawkeye for a while," Garza countered.
"What? Is this about the fight?" Conroy was angry. It had been a long day, and Hawkeye was obviously innocent. "She was at home at the time of the shooting, we have proof!"
"We have the testimony of an easily bribed neighbor."
Conroy was tired of this. "Fine, if you think it will do any good, she'll stay."
"I think it will. Now, let's release the others and go."
"Sounds good to me," Conroy said, making for the door.

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