hmph. to the average eye this
was just a regular night. but
not for me. I am secretly
waiting for an... "old friend" to
come to me with information about
last night's shoot out. All i know is,
this mission could get hairy.
I saw a face I recognized.
not a pretty one, obviously
the police were lazy with
this one. Hmph, such slackers.
as she walked by, she dropped a note.
it better be useful or i will literally
oblige for it to be cremated in my
fireplace. She is so determined.
Dear david aristodermus,
I have the so called "information"
on the whereabouts of the murder.
for more information on the where
and why, meet me at the Blue Stone
casino asap
bring no one along with you.
-From your partner in law,
dean carleone
the note read:
besides the fact that my friend
carleone is very sloppy, i must
attend his request. Although i
still cannot decipher why he chose
to send a messenger instead of just
calling me on my cellphone... hmm...
as I made my way inside,
i had decided to play it simple:
meet dean carleone, investigate,
find culprin. Hopefully there
wont be a need for bloodshed tonight
Blue Stone
as I entered inside i was secretly
greeted by dean and he told me
where the murder took place.
dean told me he couldn't have
called me because he has his own
problems with the 5.0. I don't
know who i can trust anymore...
...and so i was off on
my way to the kichiki
apartment in the china
town district.
however... when i arrived
the outcome i expected was
different then how i planned...
this wasn't a murder...
this was a suicide
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