11-02-2014, 12:58 PM
Smiley was clearly not happy being here- not that Ivan could blame him, really. Then again, finding a dying girl and mostly focusing on a trinket, no matter how intriguing, instead of calling for an ambulance tended to cast you in a negative light. Hopefully Smiley would learn from this and prioritize the next time he ran across a dying girl- if he wasn't the one to have stabbed her in the first place, though privately he doubted that more and more.
Ivan noticed that the man had let the power go and he relaxed just a bit. It did not exonerate him but it was another point in Smiley's favor.
And of course his name wasn't Smiley. Sören Lindgren. Sounded Swedish or something. He sighed. And the attitude continued. Would I be so kind as to share my name. This was going to be a long night.
"My name is Detective Sarkozy. Would you care for some coffee Mr. Lindgren?"
The man nodded and Ivan left to get them both a cup. He brought some sugar and cream in case the man wanted some. His was black.
"So, tell me what happened Mr. Lindgren. Can you walk me through the evening up until I arrived on the scene?"
Ivan noticed that the man had let the power go and he relaxed just a bit. It did not exonerate him but it was another point in Smiley's favor.
And of course his name wasn't Smiley. Sören Lindgren. Sounded Swedish or something. He sighed. And the attitude continued. Would I be so kind as to share my name. This was going to be a long night.
"My name is Detective Sarkozy. Would you care for some coffee Mr. Lindgren?"
The man nodded and Ivan left to get them both a cup. He brought some sugar and cream in case the man wanted some. His was black.
"So, tell me what happened Mr. Lindgren. Can you walk me through the evening up until I arrived on the scene?"