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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 17, 2011 23:35:35 GMT -8
Griddlebone smoothed down her skirt, opening the door and offering the officer a cordial smile, "Can I help you?"
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Post by sybbil on Apr 17, 2011 23:43:30 GMT -8
Bautista looked up when the door opened at last and spoke in a clear tone, touching a paw to his bowler. "Excuse me, ma'am. Detective Moreno, I'm with the Felidae Police Department and I would like to ask you a few questions, if that's all right."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 17, 2011 23:44:17 GMT -8
"I..." She nodded, "of course."
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Post by sybbil on Apr 17, 2011 23:46:49 GMT -8
He swept his hat off to hold it in one paw. "May I come in?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 18, 2011 7:09:58 GMT -8
She paused, almost imperceptibly, before nodding. The white queen stepped aside, her eyes lighting on the knife and darting to Mac.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 18, 2011 9:28:08 GMT -8
He tensed his shoulders slightly, almost a shrug to tell her he couldn't do anything about it. At least not then.
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Post by sybbil on Apr 18, 2011 17:16:28 GMT -8
Following the pretty queen into the tavern, he gave the place a passing glance and nodded in acknowledgment to the well-dressed tom leaning on the bar. He did, however, raise an eyebrow at the knife sticking straight out of a table. "What happened here?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 18, 2011 18:22:24 GMT -8
Macavity put on his most charming grin and hoped that Grids would have a better answer than he would come up with.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 18, 2011 21:03:50 GMT -8
She hesitated, considering how to word it, "There was a fight here last night between a couple of the customers. The knife ended up in the table rather than embedded in somecat's chest."
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Post by sybbil on Apr 18, 2011 21:41:46 GMT -8
Bautista blew out a breath, almost whistling. "Fortunate indeed..." He quietly stored away the shape of the knife in his mind for later inspection and cleared his throat. "Now, I have have some questions for you, Miss...?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 18, 2011 21:48:31 GMT -8
"Griddlebone. And what might those be, sir?"
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Post by sybbil on Apr 19, 2011 0:09:31 GMT -8
"Yes, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about the...ah...murder of the young queen who worked at the establishment known as The Red Ribbon two nights back. What were you doing? Did anything out of the ordinary happen that night?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 19, 2011 8:04:32 GMT -8
Her ears flickered back at that, "I was here working all night. I don't believe anything out of the ordinary reached us down here. Things at the 'Ribbon don't usually reach us down here at the time they occur."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 19, 2011 8:04:51 GMT -8
Macavity blinked at him going right past his own introduction, and leaned a bit more against the counter, watching the pair. Unless he was directly addressed, he wasn't planning on speaking yet. Honestly he was hoping to hell and back that the police officer didn't recognize him.
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Post by sybbil on Apr 19, 2011 13:00:49 GMT -8
"Did any cats come in and comment on anything strange? Did you yourself hear anything out of the ordinary that night?"
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