Vincent adjusted the way he was sitting for the tenth time. The furniture in their lobby was serviceable, but not suited for extended use. And they had been interviewing Mrs. Tambor for what seemed like an eternity. The woman was a mess, and rightly so. Her son had gone missing over a week ago and she was losing faith that Magic Crimes would ever get around to picking up where the police left off.
He silently wished she had come to them sooner, but he understood her hesitation. Most people in her situation hope against all odds that the authorities are on the case and making headway. Unfortunately that isn’t always the way things work out. In fact, at least in Silver City, that was rarely the way things worked out.
Vincent sat in the unyielding wooden chair they kept in the lobby for interviews. Mrs. Tambor sat alone in the middle of the three seat, black leather sofa. San was in another chair to Vincent’s right. He usually conducted the initial interviews when they took on a new case while she watched, absorbing as much non-verbal information as she could. Occasionally she would pepper in questions here and there to fill out the details that may have slipped his mind. She was great for that. Even though he was the one asking questions, most of the time he would come away with one page of notes compared to her seven.
“Alright, Mrs. Tambor, let’s see if I’ve got this straight.” Vincent said rather matter of factly. He glanced down at the yellow pages of his tiny spiral notebook and tapped his pencil by each point as he summarized their meeting. “Brandon left home last Thursday night somewhere around 8:30pm to meet two of his friends, Tim Drusco and Gurdin Flintspear. Gurdin is a dwarf I’m assuming by the name?”
“Yes, that’s right.” Mrs. Tambor answered, before blowing her nose. It had been an emotional interview. Her cheeks were wet with tears.
“Ok, the three of them met up and went over to The Gorgon’s Den,” also known as ‘The Den’, it was a club Vincent was familiar with by name but had never been to. Clubs weren't really his scene, “Cameras inside The Den show Brandon and his friends arriving at 9:17pm. They partied for several hours, enjoying drinks, but at some point Brandon decided it was time to call it a night. The camera by the back door shows him heading alone toward the exit at around 2:33am. But the door man watching the back never saw or heard him and the cameras at either end of the alley never showed him emerging onto the street either. Is that all correct?”
He silently wished she had come to them sooner, but he understood her hesitation. Most people in her situation hope against all odds that the authorities are on the case and making headway. Unfortunately that isn’t always the way things work out. In fact, at least in Silver City, that was rarely the way things worked out.
Vincent sat in the unyielding wooden chair they kept in the lobby for interviews. Mrs. Tambor sat alone in the middle of the three seat, black leather sofa. San was in another chair to Vincent’s right. He usually conducted the initial interviews when they took on a new case while she watched, absorbing as much non-verbal information as she could. Occasionally she would pepper in questions here and there to fill out the details that may have slipped his mind. She was great for that. Even though he was the one asking questions, most of the time he would come away with one page of notes compared to her seven.
“Alright, Mrs. Tambor, let’s see if I’ve got this straight.” Vincent said rather matter of factly. He glanced down at the yellow pages of his tiny spiral notebook and tapped his pencil by each point as he summarized their meeting. “Brandon left home last Thursday night somewhere around 8:30pm to meet two of his friends, Tim Drusco and Gurdin Flintspear. Gurdin is a dwarf I’m assuming by the name?”
“Yes, that’s right.” Mrs. Tambor answered, before blowing her nose. It had been an emotional interview. Her cheeks were wet with tears.
“Ok, the three of them met up and went over to The Gorgon’s Den,” also known as ‘The Den’, it was a club Vincent was familiar with by name but had never been to. Clubs weren't really his scene, “Cameras inside The Den show Brandon and his friends arriving at 9:17pm. They partied for several hours, enjoying drinks, but at some point Brandon decided it was time to call it a night. The camera by the back door shows him heading alone toward the exit at around 2:33am. But the door man watching the back never saw or heard him and the cameras at either end of the alley never showed him emerging onto the street either. Is that all correct?”
