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

A smirk crossed his lips again as he followed after Marc with an air of change surrounding him, looking way too enthusiastic for a man about to investigate a dead couple's apartment. Now this was the kind of thing Felix had been dreaming about. Working with an FBI agent. He was almost in tears at how lucky he was for this to have happened to him. Right place, right time. Or maybe. Wrong place, wrong time. He couldn't be sure yet, but chances were this Marc Tinder hadn't done any investigations on him, he was just a clean slate in Justice, nothing was known about him.

That's what he hoped for anyways. As he walked into the building with the agent, Felix flashed the officers a smug grin, as they probably recognised him as the one going around the building. But maybe. Just maybe this Mr Tinder would somehow be his new bodyguard. This was be such a change in surroundings! Of course, he couldn't be on the forces of good forever, his story might be bias and too one sided.

Gloves slipped on, he walked in carefully, wandering by Tinder's side and shrugged. [color=39b54a]"Not an awful lot, they were like the model couple, knew that much."[/color] Suddenly he remembered. [color=39b54a]"Actually, the incident involving the Whites, I heard the beat cops talk about the psychologist being late. Then I figured out who they talked about. Dr Keller! What a coincidence isn't it?"[/color] He said recklessly, too excited to keep his lid on, but just quietly enough so only Marc would hear him.