<strong>~Andrew written by Shadax, 'The bobby' written by Senti~</strong><br/><br/>“You need ta cam wif me Sir….”<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/Andrewmini.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Andrew startled, flinching back with a yelp that was perhaps a pitch too high for his gender as the door opened. He blinked up at the officer through bleary, watering eyes, made worse by a still itching nose. The pain in his head wasn’t helping matters, either.<br/><br/>“W-what?”<br/><br/>“There ‘as been some trouble ‘ere tonight young man…emmmm Sir….” The bobby was not sure how to deal with this man after all he was one of the guests. If only he had not been passing this door then he would have been safe. As it was the place was giving the poor man and some of his colleagues the creeps.<br/><br/>"T-trouble? W-what kind of trouble? I know nothing of this." As much as curiosity nipped at him, adrenalin was still having its merry way with his body; were he not already backed into a store room, he would have been tempted to run. As it was, avoiding any further 'trouble' would have to suffice. Embarrassment was also a factor. "Leave me be, I have done nothing wrong. I was quite alright here before you interrupted me. Now, g-go about your business, somewhere else!"<br/><br/>“Look mate …don’t make vhis ‘ard fer me.” He looked at the frightened young man, “Listen Sir there ‘as been two murders ‘ere and who knows what else. The Yard will want a chat I am fhinking, especially as you are in a cupboard an ‘iding. We only want two know what you know that’s all.” The man even offered an arm to Andrew, he shook the thought that he was pretty out of his mind…the house must be playing tricks on him.<br/><br/>Andrew blanched; his already pale complection, as befitting his station and habits, whitened even more. Murder... Two people had died, here, in this house, while he had been under it’s roof? It couldn’t be possible! Could it...?<br/><br/>“M-murder?” He murmured faintly, looking blankly at the offered hand, which was still a bit bleary to his vision “I-I was just here... I-I was writing... H-how could there have b-been a... a...” He breathed deep, trying to clear his head. He had never had to face anything like this before...<br/><br/>“I-I suppose, I should...” He reached up tentatively to grasp the other man’s hand.<br/><br/>“Look Sir jast come wif me to ve drawin’ room and ven yeah can speak wif ve inpector, I am sure you ‘ave done nuffin’ wrong, after all vey fink it’s the darkie.” Well it had to be, though the bobby did not trust the man in the mask, though the dark woman seemed ever so nice and polite.<br/><br/>Wobbling a little on his feet, in some mild state of shock perhaps, Andrew nodded weakly, the bobby’s words sounding distant to his ears. “Of c-course. Yes... The i-i-inspector? Right. Of c-course. Umm, which way?”<br/><br/>The large inspector looked at the young man, as the bobby left, all he could think was that posh folks were all insane, still at least his partner had taken a few upstairs. Which was something.