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Back in command of the conversation, you lunge right for the throat--actually, you snarl, there <span class="mu-i">IS</span> something you wanted to talk about!
"<span class="mu-i">O-okay...</span>" Denise responds as a worried look forms on her tear-streaked face. "<span class="mu-i">B-but c-could we go somewhere e-else? I th-think there might be m-mold in here an-</span>"
You've got <span class="mu-s">BIGGER PROBLEMS,</span> you shout! Starting with <span class="mu-r">A TRAITOR!</span> Is she one?
The scientist nearly falls over from the suddenness of your question! "<span class="mu-i">T-t-T-TRAITOR?!</span>" She stammers in disbelief!
Yes, you reply, '<span class="mu-i">T-t-T-TRAITOR!</span>' is it her?! Scrambling for a proper response, Denise performs an impromptu dance of panicked gestures and noises before settling on something vaguely understandable: "<span class="mu-i">N-n-NO! O-of course not, St-Stan!"</span>
Damn, you growl as you shake your fist in annoyance, why isn't anyone <span class="mu-i">confessing</span>?!
"I'm no expert, cupcake, but I think da' lack of <span class="mu-b">CONCRETE EVIDENCE</span> might be makin' things tricky..." Ly postulates inside your head. You were kinda hoping they'd, y'know, crack under pressure or something!
"<span class="mu-i">S-so it's true then, h-hm?</span>" Denise remarks as you argue with your bones. "<span class="mu-i">I s-suspected as much wh-when I was arrested... Th-the interrogators w-were asking me about th-things like that...</span>"
You feel a headache forming as you look at the dweeb's contemplative face. What '<span class="mu-i">things</span>', exactly?
"<span class="mu-i">B-b-background knowledge of s-some of th-the gang...</span>" Denise mutters, still shivering like a wet dog. "<span class="mu-i">R-recent activities... th-those kinds of things.</span>" Running through them in her head, she looks to you with a pleading look in her spectacled eyes. "<span class="mu-i">B-but I h-haven't been in c-contact with anyone, s-so I didn't tell them m-much, honest!</span>"
Holding your snarling <span class="mu-r">RACCOON</span> in front of her sweaty face, you ask what, exactly, she told them!
"<span class="mu-i">AAUGH! J-just wh-what you were up t-to, is all! I s-said you were g-going to JOPLIN! Th-that's it!"</span> Blurting out her defense, Denise sinks a bit as something else comes to mind. "<span class="mu-i">A-and, erm... p-personal details...</span>"
<span class="mu-i">WHOSE?!</span> Shaking Stanley in the nerd's face proves to be very effective--barely a second goes by before Denise responds in rapid fire succession! "<span class="mu-i">Y-you've gotten quite sk-skilled at combat! A-Art and Sybil a-are, w-well, CLOSE! S-Sybil pr-practices m-magic and h-has a temper! M-Mitzi l-likes to p-play jokes on people!Talbie r-really doesn't l-like GOOD BOY!</span>"
"They're lookin' for motives, huh?" Ly remarks as the dweeb continues rattling off factoids about you and your pals, "A biz' like <span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY</span> oughta' have a lot of enemies..."
Yea, you nod, but that doesn't tell you who's been sabotaging things and <span class="mu-r">KILLING</span> important people around town, does it?!
>CONTD.
