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.

It really was a small room. Conroy could barely stand sitting in this tiny room. It was supposed to intimidate the suspect, but it always made Conroy nervous. It had been an hour, and Mustang's story hadn't changed. Conroy was getting sick of this fast, and he was close to snapping.
Just when he was about to break, Garza stepped in. "That will be all for now, Mr. Mustang." He looked to Conroy, who led Mustang back to holding.
A quick check said that it was Foust's turn in the room. Hawkeye had been the first suspect questioned that day. She had remained impassive and obstinate, and they (Garza) had decided to hold their little 'ace in the hole' for another time. He hated that woman, he hated her so much. He almost hoped she had done it.
Foust's round of questioning turned up nothing, which is when they pulled the trump card. "We checked the emergency line down at the department for the call record." Foust looked blank. Obviously, that had not meant much to him. He was getting there, though. "We checked the log and found something interesting. Where did you say you were that night?"
"I spent the whole day and night in my apartment. I was asleep."
"Really? Well, we have a police operator and a call record that say different. They say one James Foust called in an emergency. Should I quote? 'Oh, God, she's been shot. Send someone now, Arika's been shot. She's bleeding, oh God, she needs help, please, God, send a doctor. She's dying.' Does that sound familiar?" That was it! He was starting to squirm. It wouldn't be long before he cracked.
Snap, crackle, pop. "Fine," he shouted. "Fine, d'ya wanna know what happened? I'll tell ya! I woke up around ten. I went for a walk, passed the park. Imagine my surprise when my ex-girlfriend walked past with some pretty boy, going the same way. They were out ahead of me, so there wasn't much I could do. I just kept going. They turned down every street I needed to be on. They turned into an alley, started dancing. I needed to know she was happy, can you understand that? We dated for over a year, dammit! Did your file tell you that? I needed to know she was happy. I heard a shot-"
'Wait," Conroy stopped him. "You heard the shot?"
"Yeah."
No one had heard the shot up to now. Mustang hadn't heard it, and no one else had been in the vicinity. 'Oh, this is a good break!' Conroy thought to himself with a smile. "Where did the shot come from?"
"Weirdest thing, it really was. I heard it, but it came from above me. I looked up, and all I saw was the side of a building. I thought I saw a window close, but it could have been my imagination."
"Why didn't you bring this to us earlier?"
"I didn't want to be a suspect."
"You were already a suspect."
He paused to think for a minute. "D'ya know, I never looked at it that way."
Conroy sighed. 'What an idiot,' he thought. "Thank you for telling us this, you've been very helpful."
Garza, who had until now been very quiet, came forward. "One more thing. What level do you think the window was on?"
"From what I could tell," Foust started. Then he paused, thoughtful. He closed his eyes for a moment. "Fourth floor."
Garza smiled that creepy smile of his. "Thank you, Mr. Foust. That will be all."
Conroy led him back to holding, then came back to the tiny interrogation room to speak to Garza. "What d'you think?" Conroy asked.
"Well, I think I know who did it. Just to be sure though, bring me file 724-E."
"You mean…."
"I do mean. Bring me the file."

Garza and Conroy walked into the holding area. "I think you'll all be happy to know we've solved the case. Well, not all of you." Garza smiled and stepped up to the cell. "We know who, but we don't know why. Maybe you can fill us in," he said, turning to the murderer.

Dun Dun Dun! Not much as far as cliff hangers go, but I do my best. I'll fill everyone in on the perp and motive in the next edition of…Requiem for an Alchemist!