Daniel took note of everything that Korra had to say. So far, her story had been clear. He did remember seeing something in Annie's phone records about phone calls coming from somewhere within this town. Of course, the number had no names, but it did say it was within the city which means that it had been a pay phone. That much he could trust from her because he had proof. On the other hand, he had to really give it to her. There was a really big possibility that she had nothing to do with this girl's death. The way that she shook and behaved gave him own feelings of anxiety. What exactly had been going through her mind, he wondered. He glanced at his notepad and erased a few things but then corrected his mistake.<br/><br/>There was a beat and then Korra spoke up about someone named Johnny. Johnny had been Annie's fiance'. Of course another person had been covering the guy, but oddly enough he hadn't turned up, which raised even more suspicion. Perhaps he was in hiding from the people that had murdered his love? Or even a vendetta? Or maybe he was swimming with the fish...Who knew, but right now he couldn't answer her question. Right now, he would be the one asking questions. Perhaps if he had the time he would try to answer some of her own questions, but for now he had an investigation to get through.<br/><br/>Right as he opened his mouth, there was a knock at the door. With his back towards it, he turned his head to glance at it before glancing back at her as she took off for the door. He waited patiently and began to thumb his fingers against the tabletop. He peered around her home once more. He couldn't believe she'd allowed herself to be comfortable in this kind of setting. He had always thought that women that worked at strip clubs were women that made loads of cash and were more than able to afford stability. From the looks of it, his fantasy had all gone to shit. Her lifestyle was quite the opposite and he could just imagine what the rest of the house looked like. He leaned back into his chair, thinking more about her. She didn't seem to fit the image of a stripper either. She seemed so sweet and gentle on the outside, well, as gentle as they get.<br/><br/>He could tell that she had been through a lot just by the creases in her eyes and the tiredness that loomed around her. It sucked that he had to tell her like this about her friend, but he was just doing his job. Yeah...as always he was just doing his job. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before leaning a bit further in his chair so that he could turn his head a bit towards the front door. She sure was taking a while. Daniel glanced down at his watch. It had to been at least five mintues. Perhaps someone had come to visit? The man stood to his feet and stretched a bit before turning off the tape recorder. He then turned and noticed that Korra had been backing up a bit at the door. Her hand was holding onto the door tightly and her position wasn't inviting to say the least.<br/><br/>He came up behind her casually and cracked the door open ever so slightly so that his frame could be visible. "Hello, Is there a problem? Can I help you?" He quirked a brow, hoping that this guy didn't try anything stupid. From the way that he dressed, he just didn't appear to be a normal guy. He wondered why he became so intimidating towards the woman. His suspicion had been building towards the enigma as he stood in his dark suit and had what appeared to be dark shades in his pocket. Over this female, he was sure he looked pretty menacing.<br/><br/>In his back pocket, he held onto his gun but made no moves to put a handle on it. He wasn't going to do anything hasty, unless this guy did something first. His eyes skimmed the figure, looking for possible openings that could give him some sort of leverage against the guy in case he did try to do something. Because we all know what they say, 'The Bigger They Are, The Harder They Fall.'