[h1][b][i][color=39b54a][center]Felix Hausten[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Boston Heights [/center]

Now. Things were heating up. Thoughts kept swimming around Felix's head as he thought about the sneaky words the red head had passed him. Stab? Was she some kind of murderer? Maybe a hitwoman? maybe an assassin? What a great spin that would put on the story even if this was false, he could just make sure this detail stuck in. Imagine if she wasn't even involved in the murders! The readers would love it. He eyed her up, standing in Riley's apartment, awkwardly, his arms by his side.

He turned his attention and nodded at all of them. He'd never met Detective gregory in his life but he'd heard his men talk of him. But then he saw Ronnie and Riley and as he was introduced as "castle" he put his hand to his chin, doing his best thinker pose. [color=39b54a]"Ah! the mismatched couple at the roller derby, I remember seeing you guys there before all hell broke yes, aha good times"[/color] He smiled at them all, sincerely as he mentally made notes about everyone.

[color=39b54a]"Quite good is the level I go for with my novels yes"[/color] He said with a snarky smile. [color=39b54a]"Agent Tinder here is in need of my specific set of skills, so here I am"[/color]