<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">James 'Jacob' Ecote</span></div><br/>"Yes, I will. Not that there is a lot to tell though. I was sitting in the distillery when I heard a ruckus from the outside. I heard gasps, I heard moans of disbelief, and finally, I saw it for myself."<br/><br/>Jacob dramatically points his finger towards the entrance of the sanctum, a stressed expression flicking across his face.<br/><br/>"Right out there, I saw it. It didn't take me long to identify the victim either, because he used to be somewhat of a legend within my business. Donnie Azoff. One of the greatest businessmen around... At-least some saw him that way. Others saw him more as a... Problem, to say the least. Now, I'm not too good with blood and death in general, so I didn't look for too long. One thing was certain, it didn't look like an accident... I don't know... It's weird to think about how that could've been me."<br/><br/>Jacob silenced, awaiting the detective's response.