“Milo. Milo Ikan,” He clarified as he noticed Maliyov and tilted his head slightly. If he was correct, one of the suspects would be Marcus Wilkot, coworker and close friend of Ava Emri- an undercover agent of the ABIL (Avalon Beauro of Investigation and Legal Matters). His kingdom had already touched both of those bases, and Ava had been their closest lead until the second murder- then Milo had been cut off from his kingdom’s case and shipped off to this incompetent mess to set order. Milo was never the best at following orders. He glanced at the file he was holding and noticed that the pages for the interview with Ava Emri went from Page 1 of 3 to Page 2 of 3 with no third page. He could have just dropped it, but it didn’t seem like it had been such a neat wrap-up. They didn’t touch bases on her hair ties, her place of work, her relations to Mathew- the victim’s brother- or why she acted like she had done this once before. This is sloppy. I need to set them straight, without causing a turf war. It wasn’t such a clean wrap-up. The alibi may have been good but… it probably wasn’t. Somebody is hiding something, be it an intern who forgot to print the page or the detective interviewing Emri is corrupt. Who gave her the file anyway? Milo thought, shaking his head. He glanced at the interrogation room door and debated slipping in to speak to Marcus Wilkot, but decided against it for a moment. He could speak to Marcus later, or perhaps request the files from his kingdom to help solve the case. Things wouldn’t be so simple, he knew, but perhaps solving this was worth jumping threw a few chains of command. He cursed himself as he ducked inside the interrogation room before anyone else could stop him.
“Marcus.” He said quickly. “We don’t have long but I need you to tell me what you told us in the other kingdom,” Milo spoke as he turned the recorders on. Marcus scowled but nodded. “Fine. Can you get them to let me out?” Milo sighed. “Not now, Wilkot. We can discuss later.” “Right. Sorry. I work with Ava Emri on my final shift- from four to seven in the evening. She hadn’t been showing up to work as she normally did so I called her to check in. She was in disarray. Told me, I quote, I messed up, Marcus. Real bad. I don’t think she meant the girl, or Fallon Roycroft- the girl who turned up dead in your kingdom. Yes, I was told about this,” Marcus spoke quickly but clearly, watching Milo and the recorders. “The other kingdom does better. I also noticed that one of our steak knives at the restaurant was missing. The five-inch one. Still haven’t found it. If somebody would give me my phone, I’d ask her what she did. She trusts me, you see. But anyway. She hadn’t shown up for work and answered me in a panic, then the knife was missing. She did it. It all adds up, really.” Marcus finished with that final statement and Milo nodded his thanks. “Thank you, Marcus. You always have done us well,” Milo turned off the recorders, knowing his and Marcus’s words would be transcribed later and that he would probably get in huge trouble on his first day. But he’d just done what Maliyov probably didn’t do in about two minutes or so.
All fingers point to the Emri girl. But since I can’t use my interview with her in my kingdom here, we’ll have to run it again or run from blanks. But Marcus is always good at working undercover for us- even if it means getting accused of two murders in the same week, Milo thought, slipping back out of the interrogation room and preparing himself quietly to face the consequences. The last time he had pulled something like that, he’d gotten transferred to this case. Of course, the angel could read people like a book, and knew Wilkot wasn’t lying with a word he said- Wilkot had no reason to lie. Well, this will be fun. Ugh, Milo thought, knowing the reprimand which was to come.
Maliyov nodded to the young angel, then turned to Aqua. "Nothing yet-" He noticed Milo but chose to ignore the angel mostly. "Our young friend clearly knows something we don't."
