[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Grand Continetal Hotel [/center][hr]

As if he had been too caught up in the moment, Haakon realized he had been acting the very way he himself wished his interview-subjects were when he wanted information; talking about things that surely were related to the case (and pendant) without actually getting answers. Of course it was too late, especially when Josephine was in the mood she was in. [i]She's quite the lady when she's mad. I don't mind, but now might not be the right time...[/i] 

[Color=DF0101]"Well if that's the case, we have to take care of the investigation ourselves. Mr. Walsh?"[/color] Haakon turned towards Harry and handed over his revolver to him, before returning to look Abbas up and down. He was looking for something odd, something out of place (whatever that could be on an escaped convict, Haakon wasn't sure of), anything that was of interest. [Color=DF0101]"Now if you don't mind, could you be so kind as to empty your pockets and the like. Everything, even whatever hids underneath that dreaded fez. Or do we have to get forceful, Mr. Zien?"[/color]