*The elbow to the ribs seemed to work instantly. Edmond jumping slightly then tapping her hand lightly almost condescendingly.*<br/><br/>"That we should my dear Annabelle. Time to move do stop dawdling. This crime will not solve itself."<br/><br/>*Within moments Edmund was within his carriage getting comfortable on the leather seats. Though as Annabelle tried to lift her foot to take the first step a constable holding the carriage door open promptly closed it on her.*<br/><br/>"I doubt you are required for this part Ma'am. Not the place to be for a lady such as yourself."<br/><br/>*Annabelle scowled slightly at the man though most of it was hidden behind the heavy glasses.*<br/><br/>"Do not worry young man she shall not be seeing anything a young lady should not be. She shall just be helping me in what tasks she is able to."<br/><br/>*The constable paused a moment but opened the door to allow Annabelle in. Once seated Annabelle lifted her right hand to knock on the hard wood surface letting the horseman know all was ready. She heard the snap of the whip as it struck hopefully empty air above the horses heads rather than their flesh with only seconds passing they started their journey to the victims estate.*<br/><br/>*As the noise got louder from outside Annabelle slipped her glasses off and back into there pocket. She sighed quietly before lifting her hand up, her thumb and index finger parting until reaching the bridge of her nose to rub the reddened skin gently. She licked her lips slightly before bringing her gaze to Edmund. Her tone of voice changing dramatically from the gentle, almost subservient tone to demanding and almost aggressive.*<br/><br/>*That was quite the performance back there, though I am not sure all of those within enjoyed the act."<br/><br/>"We both have our parts in this role we play Annabelle. I do mine, you do yours and we both get what we want."<br/><br/>*His tone of voice had also changed dramatically, becoming lower, losing the arrogance and confidence of before.*<br/><br/>"What do we know currently of the case?"<br/><br/>"The woman's name is Lady Sandra Mitchell, married once though he died. She is the only child to Earl and Lady Mitchell or supposedly so at least. Her father was away a lot during her child hood and even now so whether that is actually true no one can say."<br/><br/>"Do we have a inventory yet of what she had on the property?"<br/><br/>"We shall do upon arrival."<br/><br/>"How was she killed?"<br/><br/>"From what I have been told it appears to be a type of blade through her throat though it was not slit open as the rumors go."<br/><br/>"Did she have any businesses of her own and did she have any plans for about this time?"<br/><br/>"No she appears to have been a lady of leisure and rumors do seem to state that she was meant to be away though obviously was not."<br/><br/>"Have you been informed of how the criminal got into the property?"<br/><br/>"So far I have only been told about oneopen window. Appears a trellis led up to the ledge."<br/><br/>"The criminal then would have to have been relatively light in weight unless it has broken."<br/><br/>"The carriage started to slow down then come to a completely stop. By the time the carriage door was being opened once more Annabelle glasses were back in place and she looked like the meek and mild assistant she appeared to be. While Edmund had brought back to the for his extreme talent for acting out his part. Lifting a hand he helped her down.*<br/><br/>*Annabelle looked about the house that she could see as she took her time to smooth and straighten out her skirt. Leaving Edmund to go ahead and start clearing the scene of any remaining constables or busy bodies. She moved to walk about the large mansion, counting the windows, doors and seeing where any other possible ways in were. "<br/><br/>