Investigate Crime Scene You've never actually investigated a murder before, but starting with the crime scene seems like your best bet. When Will and you discovered the body, it was so startling that neither of you thought to actually search the area for clues. Why would you search for someone who killed a zombie? The car in which the body was found has moved locations from the previous day, but it still isn't too hard to find. There is a man and woman, the same two from yesterday, meandering around the vehicle. They are both middle-aged, wearing what used to be standard middle-class clothing. "It's that other guy from yesterday," the woman says to the man. He gives you a wave. "John right?" the man asks as you approach. "Yeah," you say surprised, "How do you know my name?" "Not many newbs show up these days. I remember you coming in with that little girl. You hang out with Holcomb a lot too. Just seen you around I guess," he says. "Yep, that's me," you say, "I'm sorry, I haven't caught your name..." "Liam," he says, "Nice to meet you." He doesn't offer his hand. You look over to the woman who is rustling through the backseat of the car. "She is your..." you say. "Sister," Liam says, "Lilly." Lilly gives you a little wave from inside the backseat. "I'm guessing you've heard by now," you begin. "Yeah, murdered. Weird to even think of that concept these days," Liam says. "Well Liam, I just wanted to ask you some questions about Orson..." "Right, like where I was, did I see anything, is there any reason someone would want to kill Orson, all of those things right?" "Um, yeah..." "Alright, here's my story, and Lilly can back any of this up. We just got settled after relocating. We unpacked the trunk, no body. We were out and about. Talking, eating, whatever. We came back late and slept. We were around the vehicle the entire time from then until I opened the trunk yesterday. Body. Someone stashed it there while we were gone. Saw nobody." "Alright," you say, "And did you know Orson well?" "I didn't kill him." "I'm not implying that--" "Do you know the statistics?" "I can't say that I do..." "75% of murders are committed by someone the victim knows. Of that, nearly 90% of murders are committed by someone in the family. How much family does Orson have?" You think for a second. "The closest thing to family he has is Bernice," you say. "A lot easier when you've lost most of the human race," Liam says, "Case solved." "Wait, you can't just say--" "Unless you can find any more convincing evidence, a motive, something, that is all you got," he says to you, pretty convinced. "But--" "Listen to me," his voice grows heated and he points to himself, "NHPD. 87th Precinct. Detective Liam Anderson. I know what I'm talking about." "You're a detective?" you ask. This is too good to be true. Liam is a professional. With his help the two of you could catch the killer in no time. "I was a detective, not anymore," he says. "But if we work together we--" "Who do you think you are? Seriously. Do you think this is some game?" "Of course not, which is why I need your help." "What you need is to just forget about this and move on. Don't you get it, the world is over. Someone got shot? We shoot people out there every day!" he points towards New Hilstead. "Liam, please. With your help--" "Shut up, John. Just get out of here." You try to continue but Liam just walks away. His sister, who was watching the entire confrontation, gets out of the car and follows him. That didn't go well. |
