<span style="font-weight: bold">Record store lounge</span><br/><br/>Dale raised his eyebrows a little as he wrote down the notes. Furiously and illegibly.<br/><br/>What mattered at the end of the day, however, is that he’d be able to read his notes later on which he’d gladly type up as a report on the computer.<br/><br/>Despite the fact James claimed that Tom was the only person who would engage in conversation with him, it seemed James had little knowledge as to what Tom did outside the store.<br/><br/>Solving cases were often that much more difficult when the victim had next to no social network.<br/><br/>Dale had to admit, he was a bit perturbed that James appeared to show little emotion towards an unconfirmed dead individual who worked at this store for years. However, he wasn’t going interrogate the record store employer on this matter just yet. Not with Kip having pushed his buttons earlier on.<br/><br/>“Ok… we’ll be wrapping up this session soon,” Dale said gruffly, as he flicked through the pages on a notepad like a phone directory.<br/><br/>“I also just want to ask… who was the last person you spoke to last night?”