Detective Alice

What were you doing on December 24 at 6:45 P.M.? *she asks as she strikes the table with her hand*

*the dalmatian stares at the Detective, barks a few times and wags its tail friendly like*

*Eyes narrowing, taking a step back, crossing arms over chest, a look of suspicion on the face* 'Don't try to sweet-talk me. I know your type.'

I was asleep

Yeah, I was asleep

I was asleep

What were you doing on December 24 at 6:45 P.M.? *she asks as she strikes the table with her hand*

Jerking to yuri-

That's not funny. *she slams her fist down on the table, her voice rising*

What were you doing on December 24 at 6:45 P.M.? *she asks as she strikes the table with her hand*

gooning to a fish

*Surprised, eyebrows raised in disbelief* 'You were doing what?'

And what are their real names? *she asks, her voice becoming more stern, her eyes narrowing as she stares at you*

Alexander Hamilton

*she stares at you for a moment, trying to determine if you're lying or not* And what is the other one's name?

What were you doing on December 24 at 6:45 P.M.? *she asks as she strikes the table with her hand*

“Oh.. I was making myself a nice steak pie in the microwave.”

*Eyes flash with annoyance* Then who killed them?

*smirks* now why would i tell you that?

Because you're sitting in my interrogation room. *circles around the table slowly* And I don't leave until I get answers.