Daniel watched as her face shifted from confusion to horror. Her skin color had changed, the blood had been drained from her face as she stumbled back to reach for the edge of her dining room table. He wasnâ€™t sure how he felt about the situation. Currently, he was assessing the moment. This woman, Korra, had either just found out that her friend was actually dead, or just found out that her body had been found. It was strange that womanâ€™s death. That foamy residue from her mouth gave many a suspecting thought that it might have just been a heart attack. It could have been also drugs.<br/><br/>Annie had been choked to death. And not only had that occurred, but the only reason there were no signs of a struggle from where her body was found was because she was also drugged. Perhaps she had just done some drugs with the culprit? There had been a box wine and a glass where they found her body. The only prints available were Annieâ€™s and the only thing that was around that lead to anything was a picture of Korra and Annie. It is the main reason he had come after her. There was nothing else. This made it even stranger. These women may not have had close ties to many people, but surely they knew of more people. Or rather, people knew of them.<br/><br/>And not only have that, but it continued to make even less sense. Why drug an individual to the point of nearly over dosing them and then strangle them. It was strange indeed. Something didnâ€™t add up. The way she was murdered seemed suspect in itself. She must have already been dead, but he still hadnâ€™t gotten much back from the lab. He had only been going on what he was told and what he could visibly observe.<br/><br/>This all just came too easy and for this woman to react the way that she had, he was starting to suspect that she wasnâ€™t culprit. For now, he couldnâ€™t make any judgments. And for now, he had to continue his investigation. He gave the place a brief look around. It was very empty. There was hardly any furniture, but from what he could see was the dining room table with two chairs. He moved to the kitchen, hoping to find her something to drink. He grabbed a glass and took water from the tap. Walking back to the table, he took the only chair that was available across from her and slid the glass to her. â€œTake a drink.â€ He encouraged as he leaned back into his own chair.<br/><br/>He took in the environment once again.  The air was thick with bareness and a silence. Taking out a pen and a note pad he began flipping through his notes. Judging by both the victim and the said suspectâ€™s state living, they were the same. Neither of them had much to show for themselves, so the idea that either of them had anything to gain from one another was out of the window. The next thing to look at was still the vengeance. But killing someone in such a simple, yet complicated way seemed a bit ridiculous.  â€œLetâ€™s go ahead and begin Ms. Mayne.â€ His hazel hues looked directly at her again.<br/>She just looked so pitiful.<br/><br/>He wrote the date at the top of the page,â€™ Saturday, March 2 â€˜and pulled out his tape recorder. He repeated the date aloud and then set it at the end of the table. â€œAnnie Marcel died this Thursday. The time of death was set to be around 3 p.m. but she wasnâ€™t found until around eleven when someone came looking for her. She was drugged and then strangled.â€ Daniel stated aloud. He thought for a few moments, making sure he hadnâ€™t skipped anything or said too much. â€œMy first question to you Ms. Mayne is when was the last time you spoke to her and where were you on Thursday?â€ He waited patiently for her to respond as he took note of his situation.<br/><br/>Hopefully what she had to say would shed some light on the situation? It could even possibly ensure that he was pointed in the right direction.