Christophe
Christophe washed his face for the third time in a row. He had to face it, he wasn't going to look any more well than he did.
The neighbor woman was throwing a dinner party, it was only convenient that Him, Boston, and several other of the suspects were invited. It was a good opportunity to warm up to them.. perhaps tempt them with a little liquor.. loosen their tongues. But of course that was Bostons job, in fact Boston was going to have to cover for him quite a bit that night. Not only was Christophes head foggy and unreliable, but he was also underaged for such matters and highly doubted the 'adults' would want him around.
Despite this, he had a plan.
He would put on the most innocent childish act. Of one that was going to be sick. Excuse himself to the bathroom and take the opportunity to look for any discriminating evidence. After that in which he would excuse himself to go home, and investigate the outside of her and Jaques house for anything that could be held against her.
Hopefully all would be executed with minimal trouble, as Christophe wasn't sure of the mind state of the guests. Who knows what fanatics were attended not what dangers could go down. After all, there was a killer on the loose. And a very clever one at that.
Christophe strode out with his best possible shine. (Which was minimal at that point) and eyed his comrade.
"Boston tuck in your shirt, we are professionals."
He fumbled for the loose fabric, rolling his eyes at the child.
"Remember," Christophe reminded him, "We are still on the job but we do not wish for any of the other guests to know that. We hardly want them intimidated do we now?"
Boston grumbled something illegible.
"make sure you show them a good time now" Christophe concluded before picking the cover off his freshly dry-cleaned coat. It was obvious that Boston was showing contempt toward his younger companions constant bickering and instructions, but he had always complied and done his job well. Christophe trusted him with that, not to mention the fact that he could drive was ever so useful. Christophe filled his pockets with his last minute 'tools' and 'supplies' needed to thoroughly complete the job which included fingerprint papers and magnifying glasses among other things.
Let us hope for a fruitful and eventful night. He whispered to himself under his breath.
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