Mayor of Pinesville (
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Third Trial.
[The Mayor is oddly silent today. Contemplative. It may have something to do with the wallpaper here now being very obviously reinforced. Don’t try to tear it down again, kids. You won’t like what happens.
Both Martin and Alfred’s podiums have been smashed to pieces, one of those might come as a shock if you weren’t around when the other body was found. But in the end, you’ll have to press onwards regardless of how many people have fallen today.]
Trial start.
Both Martin and Alfred’s podiums have been smashed to pieces, one of those might come as a shock if you weren’t around when the other body was found. But in the end, you’ll have to press onwards regardless of how many people have fallen today.]
Trial start.
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Whoever did this. Must have seen it there with the rest of my supplies.
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That would explain a lot, actually.
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Also - if he was smothered in the clinic, how did he get to Town Hall?
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Maybe figuring out when and how he got the bruise on his head would help.
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[His expression is incredibly focused--it seems like he's in deep thought, his hands shoved in his pockets.]
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[She frowns.]
I think we might need to think harder on this. We might be assuming things we're not sure of yet. I mean, why cauterize the wound if they were just going to kill him? Maybe he was alone in the clinic and tried to get back to the Town Hall on his own, and ran across the accomplice again on the way.
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[As he speaks, he briefly takes his hand out of his pocket to scratch the back of his head. Suddenly, an alarmed expression flits across his face, and he quickly shoves his hand back into his pocket.]
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[Those hands are staying in his pockets.]
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Why don't you show me your hand real quick? You took it out a moment ago, so that won't be a problem.
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Wrapped around the palm of his hand is a dirty cloth bandage, slightly bloodied. He doesn't say a word.]
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Mind unwrapping that for me so I can take a closer look?
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Is something wrong, Juno?
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[...]
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