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

He walked with Marc, his hands trailing through the air absent mindedly as he listened to the agent, gathering every word like it was an important jigsaw piece. It was truly remarkable how quickly the agent was assessing the situation, it was like he was trained specifically for this special set of circumstances. Felix supposed that eventually someone would find the exact situation that they'd be perfectly suited for. It just so happened today was Mr Tinder's lucky day. Or maybe he was always like this, Felix couldn't tell to be honest.

Felix's eyes picked up at the word sloppy and he took that as his cue to talk. Not that he was the sloppy kind, more that it seemed like Tinder's line of talking was over. He hoped it was the signal to start talking anyways. Truth be told, he didn't like this at all. Being stuck in a crime scene with an FBI agent. It was almost a death wish, one wrong word and he could be framed for all these murders and so-called 'accidents'. He nodded to him and took a look for any pictures of the "Happy" couple.

[color=39b54a]"Pardon me if I'm wrong"[/color] He started, putting a gloved hand to his chin as he pondered over his words. [color=39b54a]"But are you insinuating that this man, and this woman were working together? Like they knew about the Mr's work. They weren't a newly married couple at all?"[/color] His eyes gleamed. What a twist. [color=39b54a]"And pray tell, why would you drag in a newcomer like myself to learn all these secrets mr Tinder?"[/color]