"Excuse me, miss," Sheriff Willheim said as Beck turned her back.  "I'm going to need to speak with you.  Please wait in the restaurant as Mr. Fox suggested, and I'll try to finish as soon as possible."  Though the Sheriff's words spoke of a reasonability, his tone hinted at utter inflexibility, and his stare could have bored into the side of a mountain.<br/><br/>In the conference room, Fox flicked on the light, waking Vivian, her presence there throwing the hotel manager aback.  "Pardon us, Dr. Fox, there's been an incident, and Sheriff Willheim will be needing to use this space.  Is there some. . .problem I could help you with?  The other guests are waiting in the Valley View; we could speak at a private table?"  Without being obvious about it, Fox gave Vivian a sympathetic look.  Most likely, the bartender had told him about about the earlier incident in the restaurant with Cynthia, and he wanted to know if Vivian would need a separate room for the night.<br/><br/>In the Valley View, Fox brewed fresh coffee, regular and decaf, and cleared away the plates and glasses that had been left over from the group's meal. . . had it really been just an hour ago?  The entire party that had gathered outside room 213, less Mamie Hesley and her son, was there, including Thiompson and his irritating poodle, who sat as far away from Blake as possible.<br/><br/><strong>In the Conference Room</strong><br/><br/>Sheriff Willheim began by asking for Edwin's photo ID, and asked him a few questions about what had happened; had he seen or heard anything, why was he awake to discover 213 in the state it was in, did he know Mr. Carson, what his business was in Miner's Folly.  His stoneface doesn't give anything away, he merely writes down every answer Edwin gives him, and thanks him for his time before asking him to send in the next person.<br/><br/><strong>OOC:  Feel free to roleplay the questioning with the Sheriff; consider him fair game for any lines of conversation you want to pursue.  His questions will be the same for everyone he calls in, he's just looking to get a picture on what happened here and who the guests of the hotel are, in case he needs to investigate one of them.  If anyone thinks to ask, he's closemouthed, but does let out that odds of finding anything at the bottom of the gorge are slim in the middle of the night, and that he and Deputy Dumont will conduct a search of the hotel grounds and gorge tomorrow.  If you have any other questions, let me know.<br/><br/>I want to move through this scene a little quickly so as not to get everyone bogged down in individual questioning scenes.</strong>