A/N: And so it continues... Please R&R! Thanks!

Sven stood and thanked the Legion-clad man for his cooperation. Given how he reacted, the answers seemed to be straight and genuine. Though, it did make an interesting case, and it was circumstance that he was the one to discover the body. He had looked at his armor, which did not show signs of blood spatter anywhere. Just the spot on his knee and his palms. Though Veronica had the motive, the Legionary the timing, now he wanted to see what the Sniper had to say.

Boone sat with his arms in front of him, eyes staring forward through his glasses. "Did you listen to that Legion's lies?"

"I listened to him, yes. Though I will show you the same courtesy I showed him. Just because he is Legion, doesn't mean that he is guilty." Sven's voice was hard towards the Sniper.

Boone scoffed.

"…Just as because you are Ex-NCR doesn't mean you're innocent." He added off-handedly.

Boone's eyes narrowed from behind his glasses. "Cut to the chase already."

"Alright, Fine." Sven said, taking a seat across the table from him. "What's your name, and where were you approximately 4 hours ago?"

"Craig Boone." He answered shortly, as he eyed the man across from him, who was waiting for him to continue. "I was bored. Veronica was watching some old movie that was some sort of story about a war from 400 years ago. Instead of wasting my time watching it, I went up to the Penthouse Balcony to work out."

"That's where Mr. House's screen is, correct?"

"Yes." Boone responded.

"What did you see on the screen?"

"At first, the Mr. House's face, then afterwards nothing other than 'Connection Lost'"

"Do you know why that is?"

"No."

"There was a transmission about House's death tonight. Would you know anything about
that?"

"All I know is there was an argument. I didn't pay any attention to it until I heard a
familiar gun shot from my own gun the bitch took from me. She came out from somewhere with it, and when I started to come back to the suite, the screen said 'Connection Lost.'"

"Ms. Garrison took your weapon?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"How the hell should I know? She helped track down my wife's killer, but then took my hunting rifle. Which forced me to fight everything with my combat knife where she stood back at a safe distance and enjoyed watching me take on the enemies by myself until she fired the final blow. Taking the credit herself, of course." Boone said, leaning back and crossing his arms. "She didn't know when to leave things alone, either." he said quietly, thinking about all of the times that she had torn open the wound of his dead wife.

"Did you have feelings of ill will towards her?" Sven inquired, gauging Boone's reaction.

"Who wouldn't? That bitch was fucked up in the head. She seduces anything with a dick, then tosses them away like trash. Her black book is filled with examples of this."

This caught his attention. "Black book?"

"Yeah. The one she writes down her "appointments" in."

"What would you know of the playing cards?"

"She gives them away to whoever she thinks might be good in bed. The higher the number, the higher her expectations. Though, she said something about the Jacks being the highest, though I have no idea what game she might be playing." Boone said indignantly.

Sven took in that bit of information carefully as he recalled Henry telling him he received the Jack of Clubs. "Do you know if the suits mean anything to her?"

Boone shook his head. "No."

"What happened when you returned to the Suite?"

"I was face to face with that Legion Bastard. I attacked, he avoided and I landed on the
floor. If it wasn't for Veronica, I would've killed the bastard. Though if he killed the bitch, he might've done us all a favor." he said, waving his right hand around.

"Why do you have blood on your hand?"

"I picked up my knife, which I had left by the door and tried to kill him with it. It was after Veronica called my attention to it that I realized that it was covered in blood. It was also unsheathed, which it wasn't like that when I put it there."

"Do you always leave your knife by the door?"

"Only when I go to work out."

Sven's expression hardened. "You're right handed?"

"So?"

"There was a bloody handprint on one of the pillows, a right hand print."

Boone's eyes narrowed further. "Why am I on trial?"

Sven sat back in his chair. "Look at it from my angle. I have a woman who claimed to see nothing, but has a pretty strong motive, but no blood. The Legionary has blood on his kilt and palms, but there is no blood spatter on him. Now, I am faced with you, who has blood on his right hand, and who's knife was the one that stabbed Ms. Garrison." Taking a deep breath, he continued. "Why are you shirtless? To hide the evidence?"

"No." Boone's tone was gruff, anger laced from behind his gritted teeth. "I don't wear a shirt to work out in. There's no point."

"Why are you so sure that the Legionary did it?"

"Why are you even giving him a chance? He only said he 'discovered' the body to save his own damned skin."

Sven continued to scribble notes down in his book. Something wasn't adding up right. "Is there anything else you wanted to add?"

"No."

To be continued...2 chapters to go!