Barnaby's eyes go wide as the cuffs are clapped on him, he whimpers and then starts a sniveling, grovel aimed at the detective. "
Wait, what?! Detective please you've got it all wrong I've been in here all night, ask anyone. You'll see...I've not even been home, I walked here from college with Wallace over there you can ask him I've been here all night!!! Book? What's so important about a book?"
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Millicent's reassurance seems to fail to get through to the panicked student,
Amanda's flattery clearly strikes a chord and he composes himself somewhat and some of the sarcastic bravado returns. "
He got that book out of the library...at Maughan Library a few weeks ago."
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Some silly book of poetry, terrible, terrible stuff. Called the, hrm, something about a path I think. Old Professor Blexham put Hornley onto it. Drove him over the edge, I’d say. Killed by a bad rhyme." He grins weakly trying to get avoid letting those gathered see the cracks in his facade. A few people from the bar are beginning to turn and look at the unfolding drama in their midst.
Fitzgerald's drunk friends have their hands on their hips and are pointing in your direction.
OOC: Assess Honesty suggests that Fitzgerald is considerably more scared now he believes he is implicated in the death. Millicent retain your point of reassurance, Amanda please record the spend of Flattery. |