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Murder. You didn't even dream that your day could end this way. But there is no
denying it; Mickey Silverman is dead, and you've got blood on your hands. It will
go away. You were promised. Twenty-four hours and no one will remember that
you were there. Too easy. Call in sick at work, sit tight and wait for it all to blow
over. Twenty-four hours is not that bad, so you keep telling yourself. Even when
two officers came knocking on your door asking questions about what you were
doing last night. It's just a few more hours. You can manage.

Or so you say. Can you live with yourself knowing who killed Mickey Silverman?

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Post: 84359031_2 created on Sat, 26 Jan 2013 04:34:16 +0000
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WITNESS STATEMENT :: REPORT RECEIVED BY ALICE LAINE

「 SOO-JIN BAE

» FACESHEET

● NICKNAME(S):: Susie
● AGE:: Thirty-one
● HEIGHT:: 163 cm : 5’4”
● PHYSIQUE:: Lithe
● EYE COLOUR:: Black
● HAIR COLOUR:: Black

» STATEMENT

BYRNE: Susie, Susie, Susie... Trouble seems to follow you around.

You would know.

What can I say, I like to keep things interesting. So, what can I do for you boys?

BYRNE: Well for starters, you can tell us what little Lucy was up to last night at the Mermaid.

For starters, the fact that they don’t call me Lucy is certainly appealing.

Jealous? If you came all the way here to flirt, you have seriously overestimated your attractiveness.

WALTERS: We would just like to ask you a few questions Ms. Bae. I don't know if you are aware, but Michael Silverman was found dead this morning.

Great, so much for Sid’s plan… Did he dump the body in the water? He should have burned it.

Well, I guess I am not really that surprised.

WALTERS: What do you mean by that?

He was an evil son of a b***h who deserved to die so when presented with an opportunity…

Just that despite his fame he was good at making enemies.

BYRNE: Would you consider yourself his enemy?

You could say that… Not that either of us saw it coming.

I wasn’t out to hurt him, if that’s what you mean. However, I can’t say I was a big fan either.

WALTERS: Right… Well, the last place Mr. Silverman was seen alive was at the Mermaid. We spoke to the bartender and they said you were there last night. Can you tell us what brought you to such a… Disreputable place?

Who do you think I am?

I am a regular there actually. I know, fitting right? I just love the décor and company. Anyway, if you were really wondering what I was doing on this particular evening; I was there with some friends.

BYRNE: Do these friends have names?

You seem shocked I have any friends. Well now, whose fault is that?

If you must know I was there with Sidney. Sidney Phelan… And a friend of his that I happen to be acquainted with.

BYRNE: We know about the prostitute.

Sure you do.

I wouldn’t put it so colourfully… But then you do realize that Sid was in such an unusual place for a reason.

WALTERS: Ms. Bae right now you should be more concerned about yourself. A number of witnesses saw you arguing with Mr. Silverman at the bar. Can you tell us what you were arguing about?

Really, am I suspect number one? ‘Cause you would be right…

His building that collapsed… I wanted to know how he felt about it, if it was really an accident. He didn’t like what I was implicating. Keep in mind; I was a little tipsy at this point.

BYRNE: Walk us through your evening. What led up to this point and what happened after?

Well, I arrived at the bar around 9 and met up with Sid. We had a few drinks, but soon it was very obvious that he and Sawyer wanted to have some time alone. So, I went and hung out at the bar. The bartender and I are friendly so I struck up a conversation with them. A couple drinks later, Mr. Silverman walked in. I had never seen him there before, so I thought this was a bit strange. I had no intention of talking to him but he came and sat beside me. He obviously knew who I was, but didn’t realize that I knew who he was. We started talking and I brought up the building that led to the argument.

And then we might have touched on Alex and the other 35 people he killed… Not that he would take any responsibility. He didn’t even know anything about any of the people that had died!

It kind of fizzled out after that. We obviously didn’t have much left to say to one another… Also, he seemed to have somewhere else to be and he left.

That’s when I noticed the bartender had left their knife for slicing lemons and limes just behind the counter where I was sitting. I don’t know what came over me; I just casually took it.

Anyway, the fight kind of killed the mood. So, I said goodbye to my friends and decided to head home.

Well, I went home after taking care of one particularly evil businessman… Poor Sid, I must have been quite a sight covered in blood. He couldn’t have known I was more exhilarated than terrified… Not that I was really thinking straight at that point, that’s probably why he just sent me home and promised to take care of everything. He really should have burnt the body.

WALTERS: You didn’t see anything unusual after you left the bar?

Other than how quickly someone can die from a couple good stabs to the stomach… I didn’t even know I was that strong. That’s for Alex and everyone else you hurt, jackass.

No. I just went home.

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Post: 84359031_3 created on Sat, 26 Jan 2013 04:43:49 +0000
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WITNESS STATEMENT :: REPORT RECEIVED BY CLEAVER GREENE

「 SIDNEY MARCUS PHELAN

» FACESHEET

● NICKNAME(S):: Sid
● AGE:: Thirty-eight
● HEIGHT:: 180cm : 5'11"
● PHYSIQUE:: Hale
● EYE COLOUR:: Blue
● HAIR COLOUR:: Blonde

» STATEMENT

DCI BYRNE: We don’t want to take up too much of your time, Senator Phelan –

SIDNEY PHELAN: Sid, please. You’re not here to talk politics. At least I hope you're not – Can I get you a drink? – You've come barking up the wrong tree if you want someone who has the ear of the Police Minister. Three months and they've barely let me into the party room.

DSGT WALTERS: Michael Silverman was found dead this morning. The last place we can locate him was in a rundown bar in South Brighton. You might be familiar with it: The Mermaid. We spoke to the bartender and he said you were there last night. I don’t know the ins and outs of politics, Senator Phelan, but I wouldn't think a place like The Mermaid was the kind of establishment people like you or Mister Silverman would frequent.

DCI B: What my partner is trying to say, Sid, is that you may have seen something peculiar. Being so out of your comfort zone, you would have been more attuned to seeing something out of place, any kind of argument that Mister Silverman may have had with another patron.

SP: Nothing- I saw nothing… Look… I was there with a friend. We all know what would happen if I was seen with her. She’s a lovely girl but an escort. That is enough to have every paper in the city putting me on the front page and for the opposition to run me out of parliament – if not the city. The conservatives would jump at the chance to run a smear campaign. I don’t want a witch-hunt because I'm in the spotlight and she is doing a job the law has arbitrarily criminalised. It’s not fair on her, and it’s not fair on my wife to have those sorts of stories written about us.

We went to The Mermaid, we chatted, we had a drink or two and then we chatted some more the same way we always do. If I could take her to a restaurant in Riverview without having every person around us wondering if I had paid for her to be there so that I could pay more to ******** her later, I would take her there and we would chat and we would drink the same way we do down at The Mermaid. But even if we push through the change to soliciting laws, it won't make a difference.

DSGT W: And did you pay more to ******** her, Senator?

SP: … People don't just go to The Mermaid, Detective. Maybe I didn't go there only to have a few drinks, but Silverman didn't just happen to come down there for a visit. You have a solid promise on that. If he was there, he had been there for a reason. His killer? It's a nasty part of town and my speculation won't help you.

DCI B: Did you see him? Did you see who he was with?

SP: I'm sorry, Inspector, but you'd have to forgive me for being a bit preoccupied last night. I spent a few quid and left the bar late – I don't remember when. If he had been inside, I didn't notice. That's not to say he wasn't, but I won't be able to place him there for you. If the bartender said he was there, I'd believe him, but I'm afraid I'm a dead end for questions on anything he did at the bar that night.

DCI B: What about when he left the bar?… Are you sure you didn't hear or see anything, Sid?

SP: No. I came home – no incidents.

DCI B: Did the killer threaten you, Sid?

DSGT W: There's no shame in it.

SP: Nothing happened. I left the bar, said goodbye and came home. I'm sorry I can't help you boys more, but that's it.

DCI B: If we can help, we will help you, Sid.

SP: You can't harass me into giving a false statement.

DSGT W: We just want to know what happened.

SP: I mean no disrespect, but if your line of questioning has reached its end, I would appreciate being left to spend the rest of my morning in peace with my wife. Any other questions you have to ask me can be asked in the presence of my solicitor.

DCI B: If we find something that conflicts with your statement, it will end up a lot worse for your wife, Sid. We're just here to find a lead. Your confession now will help everyone.

SP: 'Help everyone?' Do you really believe that, Inspector? Or do the people you tell that to believe you? My confession won't help anyone. My lapse of judgement has only made it worse.

If I hadn't spent the night drinking and if hadn't hadn't been Susie, I wouldn't've stepped in. I saw the struggle as I was coming out with Rose. It was too dark to know what was happening for sure, but when Silverman collapsed and I saw Susie, I couldn't just leave her there – It has to be manslaughter at worst, doesn't it? Recklessness and provocation? – No matter how she walked out of it, she was done. It's over for her and you couldn't stand back and let that happen. I mean… Yes. Looking back on it you could've – I should've. I just wanted to protect her from our corner of the world.

It was my idea to bribe the bouncer and the bartender. It was my money and my initiative. People don't trust politicians, but we've got something people down in South Brighton don't. All I had to do was tell them I could make things happen – make things go away or cause problems and they're like putty in your hands. With a bit of money or the right words, I knew what had to be done and so did they.

… Some day it turned out to be. The most I ever worried about when leaving that place was that there would be some photographer outside – and I didn't even have to worry about that until I started running for office. Another lawyer with a prostitute? They'd only report that on a slow news day. With a few words to the Commissioner it would be swept under the rug anyway. There's always a bit of mutual back scratching to be done.

I… I don't want my wife mixed up in this, alright? She had nothing to do with it. She's a strong woman, my Felicity, but she doesn't need something like this now. Ms Sterling… That was her idea, bless her; Rather someone she knows than an intern. She's stuck her neck out for me enough. I love her so ******** much. I just can't have her involved in this.

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Post: 84359031_4 created on Sat, 26 Jan 2013 04:58:56 +0000
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WITNESS STATEMENT :: REPORT RECEIVED BY HAZARDOUSFREAK

「 SAWYER ROSE STERLING

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● NICKNAME(S):: Rose/Rosie (clients), Sully (friends)
● AGE:: Twenty-five
● HEIGHT:: 173 cm : 5'8"
● PHYSIQUE:: Tone
● EYE COLOUR:: Hazel
● HAIR COLOUR:: Chocolate brown

» STATEMENT

Byrne: Ms. Sawyer Sterling, nice to finally meet you. Or are you playing Rosie at the moment?

Sawyer: Oh honey, I bet you wish I would be Rose for you, even just for a second.

Walters: We have some questions to ask you about your whereabouts last night.

Sawyer: Then I suggest you start asking them because I don’t have all day.

Walters: So you know this is about Mickey Silverman’s murder?

Sawyer: Is that your first question or are you just ******** with me?

Byrne: We know you were at The Mermaid last night with the Senator doing your…job. Did you see anything out of the ordinary while you were there? Anyone that seemed off to you?

Sawyer: Besides Silverman, the Senator, and Susie? …No. They acclimated after a while though, without a hint of trouble. There was also some drunken stud that seemed a bit more on edge than the rest, but it was probably the booze.

Walters: Did you know Mr. Silverman personally?

Sawyer: No, but Finn, my younger sister, did.

Walters: The one who died a couple years back, right?

Sawyer: Since she’s the only sister I had, I’m going to say yes.

Byrne: You’re doing a pretty bad job of hiding that hostility in your voice.

Sawyer: What makes you think I’m trying to hide it? I didn’t kill the evil b*****d, but I’m glad somebody did.

Byrne: Can you elaborate on that?

Sawyer: I sure can, Inspector. Mickey Silverman was a lying piece of s**t. You people put him on a pedestal and made him out to be an angel. And I guess he could have been an angel since Lucifer himself was once one too.

Every project he began, donation he made, and charity he put up, was all a cover for the women he brought in illegally. The ones he forced to suck and ******** their ways to a better life. Or the empty promise of one.

Walters: Are you accusing Mickey Silverman, the South Brighton Saint, of being involved in human trafficking…in sex trafficking?

Byrne: Why the hell would you think that?

Sawyer: Because Finn liked to place bets with the big boys and one day she realized how deep she was in. Instead of coming to me, she went to him. He put her to work and within a short while it broke her...she just couldn’t take it anymore. Finn made a deal with the devil and paid the ultimate price for it.

He deserved what he got, boys. So when that knife was pulled out and his blood started gushing I had no problem watching him struggle. Hell, I even smiled. Best thing that’s happened all year. And when the idea of a cover up was uttered? Hmm, I jumped at the chance. As you both should known I frequent The Mermaid often for business purposes and I know more about it and what happens there than the owner would like. So after rolling up the body and ruining my favorite pair of heels I pushed the bartender into taking Sidney’s money with a tad bit of blackmail. Who knew it could be so easy? Not to mention satisfying.

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WITNESS STATEMENT :: REPORT RECEIVED BY LORD_SYREN

「 JOANE MICHELLE ANDERSON

» FACESHEET

● NICKNAME(S):: Mike, Jack, 'Joan'ny
● AGE:: Forty-three
● HEIGHT:: 188 cm : 6'2"
● PHYSIQUE:: Muscular
● EYE COLOUR:: Brown
● HAIR COLOUR:: Brown

» STATEMENT

Byrne: Oh! Miss Joane Anderson. I see you’ve been in this room before. You see her sheet, yet?

Walters: Of course I did. Little ex hood-rat thought she could be a thug, back in the day. Why’d you leave the game, anyway, sweetheart?

Joane: [/******** you.

Walters: Whoa!

Byrne: Oh ho, calm down ma’am. We’re not here to talk about your failed ambitions.

Walters: But you already know that.

Byrne: Of course she does! How ‘bout we start from the beginning. What were you doing last night?

Joane: ******** you.

Walters: Nuh-uh. That no talking s**t aint gonna fly here. Not today.

Byrne: Not even a little bit, sister. We’re not asking you about some banger getting shot. We’re talking about very important people, here. So. I’m going to ask you again. What were you doing last night?

Joane:What do you think I was doing? I was at work. I do my job, I go home, I get paid. Oh, and also? ******** you.

Walters: Real cute, princess, but it wasn’t just an ordinary night, was it?

Byrne: Nah sister, you had some big dollars walking through that door. Am I right?

Joane: s**t, that stiff white boy? Him showing up aint special. He comes in now and then, flashing his money and feeling up his whores.

Byrne: That’s not who we mean.

Joane: Great, ‘cause I have no idea what you’re talking about. It was a quiet night, alright?

Walters: Sure you don’t. I suggest you lawyer up.

Byrne: See ya, sister.

Joane felt good about her deposition. The cops hadn't mentioned the missing camera feed, or the video files she randomly erased to create a history of spotty video evidence. She had even shooed away a few kids trying to cut through the alleyway; Joane's good deed of the week. As far as she knew, the cops had been left with their limp dicks in hand. They might try to get it up a few more times but they'd get bored with her eventually. She hadn't been sure of what happened until she was alone to review the footage, and now she felt robbed with only two grand. And now that she knew who the senator was, it was time for him to pay up a few more times.

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Post: 84359031_6 created on Sat, 26 Jan 2013 05:00:05 +0000
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WITNESS STATEMENT :: REPORT RECEIVED BY MIMI WITH A J

「 SAMI LATIF AL-BASIL

» FACESHEET

● NICKNAME(S):: Sami (family/close friends) Basil (customers)
● AGE:: Forty-three
● HEIGHT:: 201cm : 6'7"
● PHYSIQUE:: Rugged
● EYE COLOUR:: Brown
● HAIR COLOUR:: Dark Brown

» STATEMENT

DSGT WALTERS: It seems a little odd to see someone living in South Brighton who can afford a housekeeper, so it’s fair to assume that your establishment is doing well?

SAMI AL-BASIL: I don’t have a housekeeper, a husband doesn’t need to pay his wife to be a good hostess…Mr…?

DCI BYRNE: He is Detective Sergeant Walters, I’m Detective Chief Inspector Byrne, and let me be the first offer belated congratulations to you, Sami, if you had not told me better I would have assumed her to be your sister, you’ve really came up for yourself. Do you give out business card to all of your clientele or just the out of place wealthy ones?

SAMI AL-BASIL: I’m sorry?

DSGT WALTERS: Are you familiar with property developer Michael Silverman, ‘The South Brighton Saint’ press has called him?

SAMI AL-BASIL: Who isn’t, with the collapse and all? Why?

DCI BYRNE: A business card to The Mermaid was found on Mister Silverman’s person…floating in the river this morning. So I’m going ask you again, are you familiar with Michael Silverman? I shouldn’t have to say, but consider your answer carefully Mister Al-Basil.

SAMI AL-BASIL: Familiarity implies an intimate knowledge; I don’t even have that with my regulars. It’s not my job detectives. I know my regulars enough to know what they’ll be drinking and what sort of tip I should expect. Beyond that, it’s none of my business really…so no…I am not familiar with Mister Silverman. For all the press attention Mister Silverman had, he wasn’t a particularly memorable face. He came in to my place three years back, he wanted buy the place, I remember because he's the only person I ever seen not remove a hat when entering my building, anyways I had no interest in selling, we’d just gotten married then, and my interest was in saving, it’s still in saving. I don’t have many cards, but we exchanged them anyways. It’s the businessman thing to do. I still have the one he gave me in the old money clip, would you like to see it?

DSGT WALTERS: Actually, yes, but just so we are clear. Are you telling me that you haven’t seen Mister Silverman at the Mermaid or otherwise since that time three years ago?

SAMI AL-BASIL: I didn’t say that, you did. I could can say with certainty that he was definitely there last night, same hat from three years back, and it’s not everyday someone I don’t know comes into my bar and insults me by staying sober.

DCI BYRNE: So Mister Silverman left your establishment as sober as he entered?

SAMI AL-BASIL: Well, he seemed sober to me, but then I wouldn't know since I have never seen the man sloshed. All I know is I didn't sell him any booze.…but not every customer comes for the booze.

DSGT WALTERS: Is that what the rooms above the place are for?

SIMARA AL-BASIL : Sami!

SAMI AL-BASIL:NOT NOW Simira!… Detectives, I don’t like what those looks are implying. The rooms are there so that I don’t have to split the bill for cabs constantly. I got a few regulars who can drink themselves broke. The respectable thing to do is give them a place to sleep it off so they don’t drive sloshed. It’s just the right thing to do. If they’re not sloshed, then it’s a fifteen or twenty added to their tab if they’ve got one, and if not it’s charged on good faith I will be repaid, but if not… I don’t worry about it, because soon they’ll find the doors locked to them.

DCI BYRNE: Respectable? Is that what you call that run down place of yours?

SAMI AL-BASIL: You say run down, I say antiquated… and… damn it, Simira, what the hell makes you think NOW is the time for me to feel your belly, and what the hell is on it that has it so damn greasy? Let go of my hands so I don’t have to move them myself.

SIMARA AL-BASIL : But did you feel the kicks? You said, “Simira, as soon as you feel a real kick, unless I am at the bar I want to feel”. I’m mean, I am just doing what you’ve asked, and I was using the thing you bought home with you when you got in.

DSGT WALTERS: So tell us, how does a man who lives on tips, focused on saving them, afford to bring something so expensive?

DCI BYRNE: Sliverman’s body was found the river, classic body dump, did you have anything to do with that, Mr. Al-Basil, is that where the sudden windfall came from?

SAMI AL-BASIL: [Speaking over running water] Why do you detectives liken everyone to who lives in South Brighton to some sort of criminal? Think for a second about what the hell you're asking me? My wife is seven months--

SIMARA AL-BASIL : FIVE!

SAMI AL-BASIL: [Still speaking over running water] Five months pregnant and its a stressful enough time for her without my name being befouled for no good reason. But to answer your question, a fetal Doppler is only fifty bucks.

DCI BYRNE: Joane Anderson has a rap sheet as long as both my arms and given what employing someone with that kind of history does to your insurance cost, I'm going to guess that if we ask the record guys to look into it, the insurance company will say that was never mentioned. That would give us good enough reason to figure you'd leave out key details in other places for the sake of protecting your bottom line.

SIMARA AL-BASIL : But what does minor delinquency then have to do with the now? Mistakes of one's past shouldn't bar them from a future though, right detectives?

DSGT WALTERS: Mrs. Al-Basil, were you present at your husband's establishment last night?

SIMARA AL-BASIL : I've only been inside of The Mermaid once or twice, Sami prefers that I stay as far as I can away from that part of town at night, especially now with the twins coming. THAT my love, is why I am so big right now.

SAMI AL-BASIL: [Water Stops] Simira, that was the Detective Sargent's polite way of saying that your philosophical insights were not requested. Won't you please make yourself useful and go read to my sons or something… If it wasn't so impractical I sometimes wish I could send her back where she came from or that she didn't make everything about us. Marriage is a partnership sure, but that should only apply to child rearing.

DCI BYRNE: You prefer your women seen not heard too, eh?

SAMI AL-BASIL: I only have one woman, I just wish she had a better sense of when no one needs her to talk.

DSGT WALTERS: So… We've established that your wife was not at the Mermaid at the same time as Silverman, can you tell us who was… and about what time Silverman left?

SAMI AL-BASIL: Well, Mister Silverman was left after few words with Soo-Jin Bae, if figured maybe they were considering a fundraiser for the collapse survivors. I mean, she came in with the other politician Fillion or Phelps...I am not good with names, but they came in with another regular occurrence in my place Sawyer Sterling, whose name I only know because how many times I've had to card her. The Mermaid seems like an odd place to hold a job interview, but I suppose if you going to intern for a senator… Phlean, that is it, you gotta be keen to do your job anywhere. I mainly busied myself with slinging the sauce, doing what I could to slow down a too good regular, Blue… Simon Blue, the guy could drink himself into a damn coma if I let him… Mike was handling the door as usual, last night was nothing out the ordinary. Except that Micheal Silverman stayed in the place for more than fifteen minutes. If that is all I would very much like to get this dinner that our conversation has made cold. How about if you have anymore questions, give me a ring? Here's my card, since I don't think the one you might have would be all that legible.

DSGT WALTERS: It's sad that bar-tending in that antique of yours means you're living under a rock, Susie Bae is an actress, though if she got you thinking she's a senator then she's still very good at her craft. Also Ms. Sterling is nobody's intern, less you mean the Monica Lewinsky type, and she isn't the kinda woman who'd work for free.

DCI BYRNE: Here's mine and you have the Detective Sargent's, in case you remember something more specific.

There wasn't a word in the any language he spoke which could clearly express the relief he felt when the detectives had finally left the apartment. The span of this conversation had indeed left the just stir fry dish Simira had made too cold to eat. He was not about to re-heat it in the microwave, even if he was hungry, that defeated purpose of a home-cooked meal. Sami had never been the best with food but he added a bit of vegetable oil to a skillet and tried his hand at reheating the food properly. He was about a minute into it and by his estimation nearly done when he heard a thud come from the bedroom. After taking split second to turn off the stove, ran in to see what had fallen, praying it wasn't his wife.

”Simira, what are you doing? I told you not try to and move the international luggage without me, it's really too heavy for you, babies or not.” He moved to try and help her put the large bag back in it's place above the closet that it barely fit into. ”What are getting this bag down for anyhow, you can't fly anywhere until after you've delivered?” The looks of contempt that he had sent in her direction from the moment she opened her mouth earlier were long gone, replaced with one of concern and confusion.

”I'm trying to give you what you want. To get out of your way so you can find that quiet mousy woman who will obey you like a trained dog! I'm sorry that a divorce would be so ******** impractical for you Sami, but since you want a lap dog instead of a partner I can go stay in a hotel for a little bit so you can find some FOB who doesn't speak a lick of English and have that woman as your 'wife' in public from now on. You never let me leave this house so who the ******** is going know the freaking difference between us!” Now the twenty-five year old woman finally took a moment to breathe, ”I don't know why it surprises and hurts me so much that you'd debase me like you did in front of those detectives, I should have not expected better from the man who hasn't spent more than three hours home in the last THREE MONTHS! You've abandoned us this whole time, you're eighteen years my senior, how I could have been so stupid to expect you to actually want me for more than my… body. College really doesn't teach you anything, thank you very much Sami, now I have to tell my father he was right! You a*****e!”

At her tirade, Sami couldn't help but feel relief. He had thought she'd hurt herself, ”Is that what all this about? Simira, I love you, for all those reasons you're saying I don't. Do you want to know why I spoke to and about you like that earlier my love? Those are cops! They want to pin this murder on anyone right now. I needed to show them I have more important problems than some rich fellow I don't know, you get me? How on earth could I not want you? I know I don't deserve you, that's the reason I put up this front. It's the reason I took the money, because I want to move us out of this and into something big enough, maybe with some grass or at least a drive way.”

Of course his wife had no idea what money Sami was speaking of. He sat her down in their kitchen and proceeded to explain how it all happened. He had tried to stop Mike from erasing the footage and had considered calling the police but the Sawyer, or Rosie or whomever she was, reminded him all the times she'd given him a few bucks to use a room above the bar. How she had everything she spent on ledger and how she could just as easily make a few more of those ledgers turn up. After all she couldn't have been the only lady of the night who came here. Soon the Mermaid would be seen as just another whore house, and the law would be all over him for being some sort of Godfather or pimp. It wasn't something he could have, but he wouldn't have to or so the senator reminded him. All he had to do was help a little bit and he wouldn't have to worry about a thing. So he'd indeed had something do with the body dump. As convenient as fire might have seemed, civilians aren't capable of getting enough accelerant to burn a body beyond recognition. So the river had to do....

”But I guess it wasn't good enough. You wanted a partnership, this ours. I don't have to tell you not say a word, I'll get us through this, and don't worry, I know not to put my trust in the hands of professional liars.” Then he paused, ”And for the record, I left because you said the smell from the bar on my clothes, the liquor, the smokes, the vapors, were making you sicker. You were hospitalized for dehydration and stuff a week before I left because of that...hyper...hyperemesis gravidarum, so I wasn't about to come here after work and make it worse.”

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WITNESS STATEMENT :: REPORT RECEIVED BY CHAMPAGNE DIET

「 SIMON COBALT MONROE

» FACESHEET

● NICKNAME(S):: Blue
● AGE:: Twenty-nine
● HEIGHT:: 196cm : 6'5"
● PHYSIQUE:: Strapping
● EYE COLOUR:: Brown
● HAIR COLOUR:: Dark Brown

» STATEMENT

Inspector Byrne: "We were told that you were at The Mermaid last night. What were you doing there?"

"At the pub? It was a pub. I was drinking."
He rubbed a mitt sized hand over his eyes to get any goop out. It was far too early for him.

Earl Walters: "Around what time did you leave?"

"I don’t know, three? Four? Whenever the liquor stopped flowing...I have a shift coming up soon, so can we skip to the part where you tell me what this is all about?"

Walters: "This is about the murder of Mickey Silverman. His body was fished out of the river a few hours ago. He had a business card to The Mermaid in his pocket which means you two were probably there at the same time, we’re wondering if you saw anything?"

Simon’s heart jumped at the name. He knew it very well. That’s all the men in house 17 had been talking about for the last couple of weeks. He began to wonder now more than ever if he was the one who ended a life last night. Not like Mickey didn't deserve it...that building killed so many. 'So many that I couldn't save...'
"Saw anything? Hmmm, nothing more than the bottom of my glass and the usual arguments."

Byrne: "Considering you frequent the establishment often, was there anybody who stuck out to you in these arguments? Anyone your drunken brain can remember?"

"There were a few people who seemed like they didn’t belong, two of them looked familiar too...they sure as hell hadn't been there before, but I knew them somehow...just not sure how. Other than that I couldn’t tell you if they were in any arguments, drunken brain, remember?"
He tapped his temple and cracked a sly grin at the men. He didn’t like them. Firefighters and police were basically cats and dogs. Everyone knew that.

Walters: "We might call you in for questioning further down the road, but for now we’ll be going. If you remember anything later on, call."

"Sure thing, but I doubt I will."
What a liar he was turning out to be, but that's what drunks did, right? Besides, he couldn't tell them about taking an oath of secrecy to protect a murderer, especially since he couldn't definitively put together the graphic images flashing about his mind. It would be a shame to accidentally turn himself in.

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