Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160627220231/@comment-933831-20170116100505

At the police station, the police officer sat down in the chair opposite Doyle, sighing as he had a cigarette. With the murders, it was clear that stress around this place was incredibly high. He breathed out, the room locked. "Alright, So Mr.... Lancaster. You mind telling me about your actions tonight? You're not somone on record here, and we've been pretty damn tight on records here in the last few weeks. We found you outside the home and shop of a murder victim, ad you were practically tripping over your alibi. So let me ask you again, on my terms. Are you that man's killer?"

Meanwhile, in the inn, the bartender cautiously answered Velka's question. He seemed to study her for a little bit, then sighed. "I only know what you should already know if you know about them. So far... Five killings. And if the sirens are any indication, six. Each time, the body.... Mutilated or... Something. It's always consistent, and nobody's seen a killing like it before. It's why the authorities have lumped them together." He sighed. "Look... To answer your other question, one of my girl's friends was recently killed. Furniture shop owner, a few streets over. If you want information, you might be able to ask the guy's wife. The killer didn't kill her even though she was sleeping in the next room over. They're... Really specific, this killer. They seem to really be deadset on their targets..." He shuddered a bit, polishing another glass.