Andrew had been about to speak, when the man just started talking so proudly about his club. Scum bag. The detective politely waited for the plump, balding man to finish speaking, and was feeling a little uneasy as one of the girls started hitting on him.<br/><br/>"A glass of water would be nice, and no need to worry about my tense muscles. I have a date with a massage therapist," though he lied, as he spoke to the woman, Andrew's dark brown eyes never stopped glaring at the club owner. "Speaking of Korra, I'm here to get her address. She's my prime suspect in a murder case."<br/><br/>He paused for a moment, then thought of something else to add as he pulled out a small notepad from his inner coat pocket. "Did Ms. Mayne ever not come into work for a few days?" As he asked the question, Andrew clicked a pen and began writing on the note pad. "Did she speak about her younger brother or her best friend from back home at all? Or even about returning home for a visit?" Delainey asked, writing more on the notepad while waiting for answers.<br/><br/>Again, he paused, looking up from the note pad. Bill seemed to be getting more and more red in the face, as if angered by Andrew's simple questions. "You had best tell me any information you know," the detective said, his voice low. "Anything to help out this case could lead to saving Ms. Mayne. She was nearly hit by a speeding vehicle earlier tonight. It's just a theory, but perhaps whoever killed her best friend, could be after her as well." His eyes were cold as he spoke, as if the very thought of Korra's death angered him. Most likely, just because he wanted to protect her. It was a detective's duty, after all.