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Supernatural Unit

"But whose blood is it?" She mumbles under her breath, before looking up and following her partner. She walks up to the building and knocks, and when the door opens and the man recognises Walter, he lets them in, she smiles warmly.
 
Walter walked in as well. "Where's your boss?" The man pointed at a office. "In there, I already notified him ahead of time." Walter nodded as he knocked on the door. Didn't want to interrupt a person of importance. And plus it seems rude not to knock.
 
Amelia didn't speak, instead simply smiling and keeping her eyes on Walter. She was not respected here, being a woman, and so she would leave this to Walter. A man would be much more respected in this situation and he would be able to get more answers.
 
(You wanna control him for this part?)


Walter smiled as the door opened from Mr.Sullivan. "Oh yes come in." Walter walked in slowly. "Thank you sir." Hoping that he'll cooperate with them.
 
((Yeah I can control Mr Sullivan, Amelia is just waiting in the hallway :3))


Sullivan walks over to his desk and gestures for his company to sit. He pours himself and Walter a whiskey before sitting down and taking his in hand. "May I ask what this is about, sir?" He says with a forced pleasant smile, his hand tapping on his leg out of habit.
 
Walter sat down in front of the desk. "I'm sorry to interrupt you Mr.Sullivan." He showed him the picture of the man. "What do you know of this man. I heard you two don't meet eye to eye."
 
"Oh. Him." He sighs and pushes his glasses further onto his nose. "Ethan and I... What's this about? Do you think that I killed him?" He says, a shocked tone to his voice as he places his glass on the table and his palm flat down on it. "You think I ripped him apart? Me?"
 
Walter shrugged. "Nothing personal, but you seem like the most likely suspect at this point in time. Just tell me what you were dong the night he was murdered. And I'll need someone to verify that."
 
"I was here! In the office! You can ask George outside, or any of the people I was in a meeting with! I can even give you a list!" Sullivan was loud, and bangs his fists on the table to back up his last point. "How dare you come in here and accuse me of being the most likely suspect!"
 
Walter stayed calm as he ranted. "No need to get angry now. Out of the three suspects in question, you two seemed to ram heads the most, and I list would be nice."
 
"George can give you a list outside." Sullivan says quickly and grabs his whiskey glass, drinking it one. "It's not personal, you know. We just don't believe the same things." He shakes his head and points at the door. "I hope my alibi is enough for you, because I'm asking you to leave."
 
Walter slowly stood up and nodded. "That'll do for now, thank you." He walked out of the office and looked at George. "I need a list of people at his meeting last night. And a comfirmation on his allibi."
 
Amelia looks at Walter as he exits the room and demands the list from George. Her mouth in a tight line and her hands neatly placed on her thighs. She stands and walks over to him. "Anything?" She asks, as George hurries about to do the tasks set, confirming his alibi.
 

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