“Officers, I’m a journalist, we all know I’ve seen things darker than the average person.” Julia said as calmly as she could, though she took a seat in her plush armchair. “Fatal assault. Pretty way to say he was murdered in cold blood. I did know about it, and I knew him. He was friends with my parents, a long time ago. Haven’t seen him in a while. I did hear about his death, though.” She said, bowing her head for a moment. When she was younger, her parents had been close to Peter, she’d known him and his son rather well. She hadn’t been thrilled to get the task of reporting his death, but she couldn’t exactly turn down a paycheck.<br/><br/>“It’s terrible news, there’s no doubt of that. But I still have to ask, what does this have to do with me? I haven’t seen him since my parents’ funeral.” She sighed, running a hand through her messy auburn hair. “I really hope you don’t need an alibi from me because I’m a suspect, because I’m not in the mood for a trip to the station tonight.” Unfortunately, her mind was wired to notice things. Her safety. They’d said it was for her safety that they were telling her.<br/><br/>“I’m not a suspect, though, am I? You think I’m a potential victim.” She decided, though she knew she was going out on a limb. Aside from irritating some petty criminals with her less-than-flattering reports, she didn’t have any enemies. Nobody dangerous enough to want her dead, at least. “Let’s skip the formalities, shall we? I’m assuming none of us want to waste time on politics. I’m going to get myself something a little stronger than coffee, and then, hopefully, you’re going to tell me what’s actually going on, and I can tell you whatever you need to know. That way, everyone wins.” She offered, keeping a pleasant tone as she stood and walked to her liquor cabinet, pouring herself a generous serving of whiskey.<br/><br/>“I’d offer you some, but no drinking on the job, right?” She smirked, resuming her seat and gesturing for them to speak. Part of her was as closed to terrified as she’d ever been, but she’d looked murderers in the eye, spoken to rapists, interviewed some of the worst of humanity. One murder, even if the next one might be hers, was nothing compared to what she’d seen.