Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster Without any stops, it was a fairly short drive back to Emile's house. Heller stepped out of his own car, a simple sedan that wouldn't attract as much attention as a squad car Joseph still insisted that the news of this not get back to the girl. His brother was starting to develop a rather annoying attachment to Kohr's little bitch this business of making amends should have been dealt with weeks ago. The longer they stayed here, the greater the chance that someone would actually find something connecting Heller to the dead, and that would mean he'd have to start running. He'd managed to avoid becoming a fugitive so far, and he didn't intend to start now. Sadly, Joseph whined loud enough that these things needed to be dealt with if only to shut him up. Kohr's house key was currently sitting in evidence, which meant it had been child's play for Heller to obtain a copy. After briefly looking around to be sure there wasn't anyone watching him, he calmly let himself into Emile's house and started poking around, being careful to replace everything in as close to its original place as he could. Doing it like that was doubly important when dealing with a blind homeowner if anything she used wasn't exactly where she left it, she'd notice immediately when she couldn't find it. After a brief search of the living room, which produced little beyond a stack of magazines that had probably never been read, he headed upstairs towards the bedrooms. He would need to search there anyway, but his mind was already wondering where you hid something from a blind woman. On the one hand you didn't need to hide it at all, since she couldn't see it anyway. But it also needed to be somewhere that a sighted visitor wouldn't discover. Finally he discovered what must have been the room Kohr had used, and once more began looking around the drawers and closets. Joseph hoped there was nothing to find, yet Heller was rather curious to see what he might discover. His art lacked so much perspective if one didn't have a complete understanding of the sins of the subject. -------------------------------- Emile could hear Kinsman pull something out of a pocket, the faint scratching of pencil on paper carefully mimicking her words as she spoke. Occasionally he would make an encouraging noise, just enough to let her know that she was being actively listened to. Obviously the lieutenant found something interesting in her words, even if all she did was paint the picture of a kind man. Just trying to make sure I understand everything about the case, he answered her calmly had Emile not already known it was a lie she might not have been able to tell from his words. But I am particularly curious about his various activities. After all, a woman such as yourself would hardly be able to keep track of everything he did, or everywhere he went. I'd be very interested to learn what he told you he was doing when he wasn't working, or what you think he might have been doing. There was a pause for a few moments before he continued. Or, for that matter, what he was doing at home. You say he was always on the computer? It wouldn't happen to be equipped with any sort of disabled-people software, would it? If not, he could be doing absolutely anything on that computer and you wouldn't know the first thing about it.