As the woman continued down the path, he continued to follow, heeding her response, but still not wanting to give up. He had come a long ways from the big city and there was no way he was letting her slip from his grasp. Besides, this side of town was hard enough to get any information out of without people either running away or them wanting money for it. And depending on his mood, neither or those instances are something that he feels that he has to deal with. He sighed rubbing at the gruff on his face. She was being a little difficult.<br/><br/>It was exactly what he<span style="font-style: italic">didnâ€™t</span>want to have to deal with.<br/><br/>Just as he was about to speak up, they had arrived in what appeared to be some type of ghetto and before him was what looked like her home. She places a delicate hand on his chest. He looked down at it and then back up at her. Her words had stunned him. They were done? Oh no, no no. They were not done. When she had gone up to her door and was practically inside, he moved up the stairs, skipping a few as he did and placed a firm hand on the door. â€œNo, wait.â€ He was a bit on the confused side. From hearing what she said, it almost made her appear innocent. She didnâ€™t<span style="font-style: italic">know</span>?<br/><br/>â€œI think you have it all wrong.â€ He began, his hand still holding the door open. â€œYou friend Annie is dead. Sheâ€™s been murdered.â€ If his training had been correct, many people had been able to fool the police. Many. They had a way with making themselves appear to be innocent. Either this woman was innocent or she was a great actress and dancer. In his back pocket, he had a few notes as well as a small newspaper clipping with a picture of her friend on it. With his free hand, he handed it to her.<br/><br/>â€œIf you donâ€™t believe me, check for yourself. Iâ€™m investigating her murder and right now sources say you were the last to speak with her, am I correct? I also have reason to believe that you two didnâ€™t exactly see eye to eye in the end because of your brotherâ€™s death. I do hope that now, Ms. Mayne, you cooperate. I donâ€™t want to have to take you down to the station and force you to talk to me, now do I?â€ Again, he grinned. There was a small side of him that enjoyed a little chase. Perhaps thatâ€™s why he wanted to become a detective, not only because of maybe the pay or the perks, but perhaps he just liked to fact that he was playing cat and mouse.<br/><br/>Or perhaps he was so arrogant that he believed that he had his â€˜mouseâ€™ cornered.