ONE MORE QUESTION

Drake scanned over the man, he didn't seem to be a killer of any kind. Though he has learned that looks can mean absolutely nothing for someone's personality. So he didn't rule out anyone, he was new at this detective stuff, but he figured being around Samuel could help him in some way. "Well, if you had nothing whatsoever to do with the murders, then why are you being difficult in handing out any useful and truthful information?" He looked James over again with his big, brown eyes and looked back at Samuel, who seemed to be doing the same as well.

"I am not giving you information because that information is classified. Not for the presses. Got it?" They'd used up most of his day already. "If you'll excuse us gentlemen, I need to go." James said, walking away with Daniella.

"Yeah, classified as in classified for you and the rest of the murderers, right Mr. Dawson? Drake shouted loud enough where James, Samuel, Daniella, and every other person in the shop and around the shop could hear him. "You will be seeing and hearing from me again, count on it." Drake looked back at Sam, they were both smiling. They weren't smiling because they gotten any closer to solving the case directly, but smiling because they found a very suitable suspect in help to leading them to the murder or murderers.

Samuel smiled and shook his head as their suspect walked away angrily. He was hundred percents sure he was either a murderer or knew something about murder. Sam looked at Drake, who was also smiling, and spoke.

"You could have become very good investigator." Samuel joked, then added, "Our police is dumb, but I'll still try my best to bring Mr Dawson to their attention, I'm pretty sure the police NEEDS to talk to him again, but in different way, well, more strictly this time." Samuel said and smiled bitterly. "And Mr Dawson can be sure that in the next issue of my newspaper, he'll be on the cover of it."