So, who's going in with me?" "Oooh take me!" Kubi shouted enthused, "he'll feel less threatened if some one as innocent as my self shows up. "She said teasingly."
Lincoln lead all who wanted to go into the building. As it was late the lobby was only somewhat full with what look like hard working business men in suits. Some using elevators, some just leaving and others handing off various papers. It wasn't exactly a large room but anybody could tell plenty of work besides just exporting items. Off to the left wall, behind a fine wooden desk there sat a pleasant enough looking you receptionist who was busy taking calls. ......................................................... "I'm not leaving until we get some damn evidence, anything to make this trip be not for nothing!" David's eyes narrowed as rage began to take hold of him and his face became dark. The tone Lester had was always something that had irked David. "We're here, we should look around at least. It's hard to believe you're giving up because you're scared." "I'm not scared." David said stepping up to his older brother. The young Stanfield wasn't about to take heat from someone like Lester. "So get your facts straight." David had a small grin that slowly spread across his face. He knew standing up to Lester would get the banker worked up. David turned to the rest, his face softened as the smirk he had vanished. "I'm simply being realistic about what were doing."
Eddie Cartwright As the others left, Eddie became a little uneasy. We need to find something, before it's too God damned late. He scattered around the house, being careful as not to touch anything. "We need to find something." he yelled lightly, so it could be heard throughout the house.
On the meanwhile all were discussing things, the naked hands of The Valentine already touched everything they could.... He smiled as soon as he heard Eddie, then he raised his hand showing it to Eddie.... A normal hand....except for the fingertips. On a closer inspection one would notice how they were completely burned... leaving no possibility for fingerprints to exist... "I'm always careful my pal..." said the Valentine smiling. He stretched his arms a bit and spoke to all the group "As Eddie said, protect your hands.... Anyway, let's check everything while we can.... Every corner, little room, behind the desk, on the back of closets, etc..."
The Lady in Red The evening sun poured through the window like rich honey and Red moved towards it to bask in its warmth. The brandy still sat squarely in her palm and she rolled her wrist, letting the alcohol dance around the glass. No one outside had batted an eyelid to all these strangers in their neighbour’s house. She watched them, one by one, making their way home, stumbling out of bars, calling for a taxi. Too busy to look up from their meagre little lives, even if just for a second. No one cared. She took a large swig of the brandy, tossing her wine-coloured locks back. No one ever cared. Did the Stanfield’s even care? Richard… Richard was dead. No, murdered. His family were searching for clues, yes – but none of them seemed upset. Not really. David and Lester had hardly faltered at the funeral and Stella’s mascara had been dry as a bone. Ruthie, that sweet little girl, she had been the most emotional. But it wasn’t enough. Perhaps they mourned in private. Perhaps not. For a man with so much love to give, they didn’t seem to return it. Another swig. But now for this locket, the mysterious jewel to vanish from sight. She suspected that Eugene did not have it, but maybe he had wanted it. She searched the mahogany chest of drawers placed just below the window, digging into every compartment for clues. A doyley drawer, sparkling sets of silver, fine china… nothing of real interest. Red got back to her feet and took another swig, yet no alcohol touched her lips. The glass was empty and as swiftly as a gazelle she was already across the room, filling up her second. And it was at that moment she saw it. The leather and cotton and wool, all hanging neatly in the corner on the pinewood coat stand. She passed over to it, glass full once more, and with one hand she began to feel deep into each pocket while the other tipped brandy to her plump ruby lips.
Brother VS. Brother "I'm simply being realistic about what were doing." "Realistic, huh?" Lester's eyes narrowed as the frustration built up inside him. "Tell me David, why are you still here? If you're going to keep standing around like you don't give a damn, then you should leave. It'd be better for all of us." David remained calm but his face slowly started to turn red. "Come on Lester don't start this." Lester chuckled. "Oh that's right, I forgot you don't like confrontation. But no one here is stopping you from walking out that door." He pointed a finger towards Eugene's brightly colored entrance. "Just go, David." David looked at the door and then back to his brother. "No.....I won't." He continued. "I do care. You just have your head so far up your ass you can't see that." Lester took a step closer to him with a look of disgust. "If you cared, then you'd be helping us search, not acting like an immature rebellious child. Now you can either help or leave. There are no other options." "Immature!? We're breaking into a fucking house!" David shouted, fury finally overtaking him. "I'm trying to make sure we don't go to jail." He was now stepping into his brother's face. "We'd be out of here if you would stop complaining!" Lester shouted back. He pulled a handkerchief out of his suit pocket and wiped the sweat off his forehead, clearing his throat. "Arguing isn't accomplishing anything either." David's mouth fell open as more silent rage gripped his heart. "You hypocrite." He mumbled turning away from Lester. Before David could get far, Lester grabbed his shoulder, gripping it tight. "Call me whatever you want; you're the one that needs to grow up David. I'm only here for Stella...for Dad. And all you want to do is get out of all this! Well, go ahead and walk out! Run away from the problem! If you don't care about our family, then don't think I'll care about you." David calmly nodded and decide to shut his mouth. His face lapsing into a defeated frown. His brain commanded him to keep viciously arguing with his older brother. But he knew what Lester had said was the truth no matter how hypocritical. "Good." Lester said in response to the silence. He eased his grip and turned towards the others as if no shouting had occured. "Please tell me one of you has found something of interest. Anybody?"
"Brothers relationship has always interested me..." replied the Valentine, on his usual carefree flamboyant and perhaps a bit sarcastic and dark tone. "Well, not really to be honest.... But I still think this is curious somehow...." continued the man "David don't want to break into a house, yet Lester have no problems with it.... There won't be a problem if David just stay outside of this no?.... However Lester is really pushing him, I wonder why...." The man walked toward the two... "So we'll do this.... " said with a low yet clear tone "I already did my part in investigation... So I can stay here with David, thoroughly checking any movement of him, won't miss a breath, don't worry.... " "Or we can leave another person here, and then I go inside with Lester, making sure he doesn't modify the scenery in not even one inch..." He ended, then looked at the face of both... "Oh, c'mon, don't throw me that glance. You're part of the family, hence obvious suspects... I have to make sure you know?..." Blame my old tendencies as detective that hadn't dried completely yet
Eddie Cartwright Eddie's ears rung from the constant bickering of the two Stanfield brothers. Their argument was displeasing, it made Eddie uncomfortable to a large amount. He had never had a sibling and had never been planned to, yet he knew if he did, he would treat them much better than they were treating each other. Eddie had not found anything yet, he was searching so much, he felt as if his skin was peeling even if his hands were covered by a glove. He became anxious to find something when he remembered he had just broken into a house. This was a dangerous idea, and he had no idea why he had thought of it. This was going to be difficult.. He continued to search until he had heard the Valentine make a comment about their conversation. This made Eddie a little uneasy, and a tad angered. He hated that the Valentine was bringing the subject back up when David finally had let it go. Eddie felt like it was one of those moments to act adult like. Though, he might just make things worse. "Aye, Flatfoot." Eddie said referring to Valentine. "Leave them alone. And David, don't let your brother make you do anything you don't want to. If you still wanna help you can always watch to see when Eugene will be back." he insisted. Yes, The Valentine had suggested the same thing but Eddie felt he went about it the wrong way.
Lincoln "Miri! How've you been?" Linconl asked as he walked up to the desk as the receptionist set down the phone. "Oh, Li- Mr. Anderson! Good to see you, it's been too long," she replied. "Say, is Mr. Sharp in? I need to talk to about his investment plan, something's come up..." Lincoln said. "Oh," Miri said sounding a little deflated. "He's in his office, but he wasn't taking visitors today," she said. "Oh, well, this is very important, would you at least tell him I'm here?" he asked. She seemed to consider it for a moment, then said, "Alright, give me just one moment." She stood from her desk and walked a large oak double door and knocked lightly before stepping in. "Mr. Sharp, Lincoln Anderson is here to see you." There was a muffled reply. "It's seems very important sir," Miri continued. Another muffled reply, and Miri turned back to Lincoln and company. "Mr. Sharp will see you," she said with a smile. "Thanks Miri, you're a doll," Lincoln winked at her, then led the way into William Sharp's office. "Bill!" he exclaimed upon seeing the man. "How are you doing?"
Will Sharp William's chair was facing the window of his office as the group entered. It was clear someone was in the chair. As William's left hand held a paddle ball in it. He didn't falter as he continued paddling the red sphere up and down. "Mr. Anderson." William acknowledged. "I hope this is important as you can see I'm in the middle of a very important business meeting." He said as his wrist finally faltered and the ball missed the paddle. "Dammit." Will muttered as tossed the toy in the trash. "I really hate to lose." The chair spun around to reveal a man in the prime of his middle age. He was tall even sitting down, his shoulders were wide as he spend a lot of time stacking muscle on them and his gray eyes looked somewhat all knowing in a way. He stood up as examined all the people in the room. Unlike most business men he was not dressed in a suit. But simple street clothing. A button down fading white shirt and dark trousers. He had been clearly been lounging about till now. He walked over to Lincoln offering his hand to him. "I assume you are here for business with my accounts." His eyes then flickered over to everyone else. "Or you've joined the circus." He jokingly. ................................................................................................... David stared at The Valentine and Lester. "You two can do whatever you want. Stay here, follow me it doesn't matter. But I'm getting the hell out of here." He said he started to the door. "I'll be outside if you need me." David nodded a thanks towards Eddie as he walked outside.
I walked next to Lincoln and looked at the paddle ball confused, and then quickly I lost that expression when the man turned around. "Strange for a business man." I thought when I saw his attire, I'd have to find an excuse to get out of here to investigate, I'd need to find something suspicious or something that would connect him with the locket or the murder in some way.
Stella, Ruthie, Lester How very…boring. While Mr. Anderson exchanged greetings with Mr. Sharp, Stella eyed the cramped office. The room itself was bland; she couldn’t imagine coming to work in such a place. Of course her lifestyle was far from normal, but couldn’t work look a little more…attractive? With her boredom running high, she took another glance behind her shoulder and noticed that Ruthie wasn’t among them. Where did that girl run off to? As her big sister instinct kicked in, she knew that she’d better find out. Oh well, she probably wouldn’t miss too much. Making a silent exit, Stella walked into the hall, but a few steps was all it took. There Ruthie stood a few feet from the door, her back against the white wall. Her long blonde curls draped over her shoulders as she stared at the tile flooring. "Aren't you coming, Ruth?" Stella asked as she approached. Her sister shrugged in return. "I figured you all could manage without me. And I'm tired, it's been a long couple of days..." Stella put a comforting arm around her shoulder. "I know how you feel, dear. Truly I do." "No, you don't. You have no idea how hard this is on me. Nobody understands and nobody ever will." Ruthie said to the floor. "Besides, if it weren't for the locket, you'd be back in California and life would go on like always." "California isn’t my home, Ruthie." Stella sighed. "And I didn't mean to leave so suddenly...I do admit that was rash of me." "Well, you could have answered my thirty-six bot-mails! And you could have visited." Ruthie muttered. "But that's just too much to ask a movie star like yourself, isn't it?" "Ruthie!" Stella gasped. Her delicate face clouded over in hurt. "You...you don't really mean that..." "I just wish things were different lately, that's all." "Why?" Stella asked. "We have a great life! And Father...he lived a great life too. Sure, we've been dealing with tough circumstances and I’d rather Father be here with us now. But I know he would want you to be happy, us all to be." Ruthie shook her head. "Like I said, no one understands." "But I do!" Stella said, gripping onto her sister's arm. "Why are you…well…that’s odd." Pulling her hand away, her gaze dropped to her wrist. The greenish tint was plain to see on her ivory skin. "What’s wrong, Stella?” Ruthie asked. "Oh, just another bruise." Concern crossed over Ruthie's face. "Does it hurt?" "Not at all..." Stella said, brushing the bruise with her fingertips. "But I wonder how I got one on my wrist of all places." "Maybe you bumped it," Ruthie replied. "Or, you laid on it while you slept; or maybe you strained it from writing with a pencil." "Possibly...but, what were we talking about again? Oh that’s right; I do understand how you feel. Emotions pass though, Ruthie. Everything gets better with time, just like what happens to a character in a film." She said, giving a light smile. "After tragedy strikes, the character either gives up or keeps going. Many do the latter and succeed, so I have no doubt the same will happen to us if we think positively." Ruthie lay a gentle hand on Stella's shoulder. The look in her eyes held the sadness that so many lacked. "I know you mean well Stella, but that's a bit more difficult than you realize." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "The words of a coward." Lester muttered under his breath as he watched David exit the room. He would follow suit and be done with Eugene's house, but he'd come for a reason. To find something...anything. They weren't asking for much and maybe that was the problem. They weren't digging deep enough, they'd barely touched the living room. Lester sighed as he exchanged an annoyed glance with Eddie and The Valentine. He knew the kid was trying to help, but taking David's side was not helping. And a detective being paranoid over all being a suspect wasn't much help either. Lester's eyes roamed towards the other one in the room. Little Miss Red. As he stared at her, he wondered why a beauty like herself would choose to investigate a crime? For the free drinks? Still, the woman seemed to bring a rare smile to his face. "You've been awfully quiet." Lester said, nodding her way. "You doing alright, doll?"
Eddie F. Cartwright I nodded my head towards David as he slowly walked out of the house. To think, we had broken into a house was insane. Eddie stood in silence pondering, what the hell were they all doing here? He looked around, who was he with, friends, business partners, and family members of the deceased. It was insane to think what lengths they were going to. To go out and find out what had occurred, chasing after a murder or possibly even a syndicate of criminals. Mr.Stanfield was like a second father to Eddie, even if the boy had a normal life, he still was not able to make a large number of friends due to his Middle Class standing. Everyone else seemed to be higher than him, of course he had his group, but after the start of college, they all just seemed to split up. But even before that, his friends and he couldn't always be together. His Dad constantly called on his abnormal strength to help with the moving company. Though, most people wouldn't even do this for their actual dad. Yet, Eddie just felt a certain impulse to help. He then noticed the glare Lester had on him for a fraction of a second. Eddie returned it with a blank stare. What they were doing was abnormal and no one should be forced into it. Eddie began getting back to work as he started knocking walls and the floor looking for hallow spaces that could lead to secret rooms. He was getting desperate and this is all he could fathom as the clock ticked willingly against them.
Lester and Red She stood up from the coat pockets to see Lester standing there with a smile beaming from ear to ear. But it could not hide his wrinkled and hardened face from the evening sun, with each crease a reminder of his constant worries. Yet those eyes… those warm autumn eyes gazed at her, so tender and fragile. In the cast iron glow of the sun, he looked every bit his father. She was taken aback. Lester had appeared from nowhere and she felt a little cornered. She had come over all hot and flustered; her mind hazy and her knees weak. Through sheer desperation she downed the brandy in her hand, letting it seep through her lips like a stolen pleasure and trickle down her throat as if it were silk. And the moment the empty glass hit the table, she knew. She was back. "You've been awfully quiet." Lester said, nodding her way. "You doing alright, doll?" “I’m all the more better for you being here.” She whispered to him. She closed the gap and gently rested on him with her ample bosom. Taking one hand she began toying with his black tie and lapel, while the other subtly searched his suit pockets. “My my… when did we get so strong and handsome Mr Stanfield?” She asked playfully, caressing the back of his neck with her hand and sliding it up to his dark brown curls. “Oh my, I’m not making you uncomfortable am I, Mr Stanfield?” Her giant emerald eyes flicked up from his tie, locking with his. "N...no, not at all." Lester stuttered and cleared his throat. Those pools of green; mysterious and enchanting, pulled him closer, begging for more. But what about Lucy? A whisper knocked into his conscious. What about her? He voiced back. Since she'd gone traveling with her family, he hadn't seen her in months. A few times a week they talked, but it was clear to him that Lucy was as distant as she felt. Still the relationship seemed worth keeping; her father was one of his best clients. As Miss Red's fingers laced through his hair, Lester was brought out of his thoughts. Questions to ask flitted through his mind, but while holding her stare, he could say nothing. “It has to be so lonely working all those long, cold nights. You must be strong-minded, Mr Stanfield… if it were me I would cry myself to sleep every night. But then again, I am just a silly little woman.” She dropped her eyes a touch and let her lip tremble for added effect, all while her hand negotiated Lester’s pockets. How can he not have anything on him? There must be something! Lester chuckled and lifted her chin with his index finger. "Perhaps a silly little woman is stronger than she knows," he said, gaining back his voice. Another smile tugged at his lips as she continued prodding him. Although Miss Red's true intentions were beyond him...and so close she was to his wallet. “You are too kind, Mr Stanfield.” A brazen smile crept up either cheek and she knew she finally had it. The wallet was remarkably thin as she had expected; men with money don’t carry it around. That didn’t matter. What did was the potential information inside. Carefully sliding it out of his jacket pocket, she brought her eye contact back to his hoping to entice him once more. She slotted it into her little red purse and slowly began to yawn, almost in celebration. Stretching her arms lazily above her ruby hair, she brought out the big guns and pushed out her chest that little bit further before collapsing around Lester. “Oh I am terribly sorry, Mr Stanfield.” She said, gently nuzzling his shoulder. “My late night performances make me ever so tired. I think it best that I retire home for the evening.” Lester cleared his throat again before resting his arm around her waist. The warmth she gave made his heart quicken. "No problem, doll." He said with a renewed air of confidence. "But a lady like yourself shouldn't go home alone and in a shady area at that." “Don’t worry your pretty little head.” She said, squeezing his cheek. “Like you said, perhaps a silly little woman is stronger than she knows.” And with that she left him with a smile and a wink and walked towards the door. But not before swiping the brandy bottle and lip stained glass. The others eyed her suspiciously, but she had the perfect retort, “I don’t want to be leaving evidence now do I?” Lester's frown returned, although he couldn't care less about the brandy. "I don't lack trust in your strength Miss, but it's on my head if you don't arrive home safely. At least allow me to pay for your cab." he said, taking another step towards her. She froze. Of all the things he could have said or offered or done, that was the one she didn’t want to hear. Considering his cold reputation Lester was being quite the gentleman. Great time to grow a heart. Her charm had worked too well before and now, outside in the orange hue of sunset, it abandoned her completely. “I…err… well…um… really you don’t have to.” Her cheeks began to blush and she watched in horror as he reached for his wallet. “No I insist, it is the least I can do.” “No please, I’m fine.” She pleaded. She scrunched her face as his expression changed from sincerity to confusion. Through his eyes she could see the cogs turning, slowly churning together in the back of his mind. Panic filled her now and she couldn’t quite understand her rationale for what followed. Grabbing his lapel tightly with both hands she pulled Lester down to her height and squeezed her lips together. His confusion turned to pleasure as her plump ruby lips entangled with his, and they held there in the sunset for one longing moment. And as quickly as his pleasure had come, it had gone. Red pulled away and caressed his cheek with a gloved hand, gazing into the eyes of the happily bewildered man. “Trust me, I will be fine.” In his starstruck daze, Lester nodded. "I do suppose you're right." He swallowed, forcing himself to break free from her brilliant iris. With heavy footsteps, he walked to the door and turned the doorknob. But he paused before opening it, taking one last look at Miss Red. "Will I...we be seeing you again?" She got herself comfy in the taxi and winded down the window. Just before it pulled away she said, “Maybe, maybe not. Let’s not spoil the mystery.” And with that she was gone.
Ziltch The group searched for a few more moments. And found absolutely nothing in Eugene's house that could help with Richard's murder or who stole the locket. Nor did it explain the odd actions of the police. In fact the police never showed up even as they left the house. It was now night and the cold air was certainly not being friendly to anyone who didn't bring a jacket. David had been watching Lester's actions with Miss Red the entire time. But chose not to comment on them. He was in enough trouble as it was with his other acquaintances. He didn't need anymore heat from his brother. Though David couldn't lie he was thankful for them not finding anything. He didn't need this people pursuing this case.......for her sake. "Well that was a pointless." He said as the he and the rest walked back to the Mansion. "I suppose we can quit this nonsense now? We don't even have any more leads plus its getting late."
Eddie F. Cartwright Eddie was somewhat aggravated. He clutched the collar of his black button up shirt. It was held tight by the red sweater over the shirt. Even in the cold of the night, he was quite cold. Even though his body was thin to a certain amount, his muscles kept him warm to a certain degree. Yet, this shirt and sweater just allowed him to lose weight from the unneeded things in his body, that escaped through sweat. He loosened the white tie around his neck, allowing him to sigh the stress of the day away. His white pants were still spotless, except the multiple particles of dust collected on his bottom apparel. His black dress shoes seemed to be somewhat worn out, the tip marked with wrinkles and folds that were not present prior to the visit to Eugene's house. His pace was gradual and his breathes consistent as he tried to cool himself off. He looked at his gloves, almost giving them a look of contempt. As if it was their fault that no evidence was found. Eddie knew that today was a day that was not too proficient when it came to detective work. His pace was slow, each tap of his shoes against the ground seemed to ring throughout his ears. "Well that was a pointless." He said as the he and the rest walked back to the Mansion. "I suppose we can quit this nonsense now? We don't even have any more leads plus its getting late." Eddie eyes placed on the boy, like headlights, as the light from the streetlights shined in his pupils. "I guess you're right. Though, we must try to find out something!" he exclaimed.
Lincoln "I assume you are here for business with my accounts." His eyes then flickered over to everyone else. "Or you've joined the circus." He jokingly. Lincoln smiled, acknowledging the joke, while inside he accepted the irony begrudgingly. "Possibly both," he said in his ever charming manner. "There's a few things that I would like to discuss with you," he said and produced a notepad from the inside of his suit jacket. "I know you're a busy man, Bill, so I'll get right to the point. Partially, it has to do with your foreign holdings. Specifically your investments in China and eastern Europe. I've been looking through your portfolio for the annual review, and it seems that two of the companies you're invested in in China produce parts used nearly exclusively by Stanfield Mechanics. Now, with the death of Mr. Stanfield, most advisers are going to be pulling out of anything with Stanfield attached to it, and that is going to drop the prices down to nothing. "So, it appears to me that you have two options here. Either stick with it for the long haul, and snatch up more while the market is down, or sell off now before the biggest wave of sell offs hits in the next few days. Personally, I think that you should stick with Stanfield, it's a solid brand and Mr. Stanfield's children are more than capable of carrying on his business. I just wanted to let you know about this, before you found out through other, less reliable sources, Bill. "It really is a shame though, about Stanfield... you were at the funeral yesterday, weren't you? I'm surprised that I didn't bump into you..." Lincoln said, leaving the door open. One thing led to another naturally, and the financial advice was solid. Lincoln didn't hand out bad advice, especially one of his biggest customers.
Will Sharp "It really is a shame though, about Stanfield... you were at the funeral yesterday, weren't you? I'm surprised that I didn't bump into you..." "Not really." Will replied. "The funeral had so many faces going in and out not much of surprise at all. Nonetheless yes a shame it is. I do hope the murderer is found." Will's eyebrow's went up as he began to speak about the next subject. "But to answer your question no I won't be pulling out. I'm more then willing to take a chance with Stanfield's children. They seem to have done well for themselves. So I know problem with trusting them." "Though Lincoln I imagine you and these friends of yours didn't just come here to talk business." Will may have had fondness playing games but he was smart enough to realize that they were here for other reasons.
Lincoln "Though Lincoln I imagine you and these friends of yours didn't just come here to talk business." Lincoln smiled keenly. "Indeed, although, it depends on your definition of business. As a favor to the Stanfields, and also due to some personal investment," he added as as a sly aside, "I've agreed to help them look for some clues as to the disappearance of some property in the aftermath of that horrible display of aggression at the funeral. You were there, did you happen to notice anything out of the ordinary? Anyone suspicious hanging around the trophy wall perhaps?"
"Indeed, although, it depends on your definition of business. As a favor to the Stanfields, and also due to some personal investment," he added as as a sly aside, "I've agreed to help them look for some clues as to the disappearance of some property in the aftermath of that horrible display of aggression at the funeral. You were there, did you happen to notice anything out of the ordinary? Anyone suspicious hanging around the trophy wall perhaps?" Will nodded and began to search his thoughts. "Hmmm not that I recall but are you looking for anything that stands out? I recall a few of you being around it, no?" He sighed. "I of course remember the shooting and am aware of what was stolen. As is most of the city by now."
"Hm... did you notice anyone strange around the case at the time? Or maybe ran near it during the confusion and saw something strange?" I asked crossing my arms, trying to see if he tried to lie.
"Hm... did you notice anyone strange around the case at the time? Or maybe ran near it during the confusion and saw something strange?" I asked crossing my arms, trying to see if he tried to lie. "As I said no." Will replied. "Wait.....Stella was near the case. Though I doubt she'd be the culprit. As for weird there was the gentleman who wore green."
Lincoln "As I said no." Will replied. "Wait.....Stella was near the case. Though I doubt she'd be the culprit. As for weird there was the gentleman who wore green." Lincoln was a little taken back to hear that Stella was near the case, but he wasn't so surprised to hear about the man in green. He had noticed him walking around and thought him odd. "Hmm, I see. Well, thank you for your time today, Bill. I appreciate it, I know you're a busy man. If you think of anything else, I'd appreciate if you could give me a call," Lincoln said and pulled a card from his jacket. "This is my direct number. And if you ever need anything with your accounts, I'm available. And I'm glad to hear that you're sticking with the Stanfields, I honestly think they're still the only horse to bet on in Chicago."
"Oh, excuse me where is your bathroom? I'm sorry, but I really need to use it." I said, acting a bit embarrassed. "If I can sneak back in here when he's gone I can snoop around his office undisturbed." I thought, I wasn't really surprised to hear that Stella was near the case, nor about the man in green, I need to find out who this strange individual was, perhaps he had something to do with the robbery.
"Hmm, I see. Well, thank you for your time today, Bill. I appreciate it, I know you're a busy man. If you think of anything else, I'd appreciate if you could give me a call," Lincoln said and pulled a card from his jacket. "This is my direct number. And if you ever need anything with your accounts, I'm available. And I'm glad to hear that you're sticking with the Stanfields, I honestly think they're still the only horse to bet on in Chicago." Will nodded as he took the number. "Of course. I maybe be a business man Lincoln. But I'm still man with principals. I'm expecting this man to be caught by police or someone more competent." He said referring to poor work by the police as of late. "Speaking of catching any word who murdered Richard?" Will asked he turned his attention to Joe. "Oh, excuse me where is your bathroom? I'm sorry, but I really need to use it." "Sure kid." Will pointed towards the door. "Nearest one is in the lobby practically near the opening. You can't miss it."
