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Well, that was a quick little presentation, [i]wasn't it?[/i]

Here, he might've came this whole way in a near-death accident, just for some little slide show featuring a bag of yellow dust; that was partly annoying. Although, while an audience asked their questions and cried their concerns, Richard brooded pensively while he maintained the appearance of someone attentively listening; he couldn't think of any truly useful questions to ask the detective that he couldn't already answer himself, and that was because he hadn't come here to ask any questions in the first place. He had come here on his on own accord and personal principles, as if to prove himself as a parent that would care for his own child. He'd developed an odd attachment to this particular case. It was the only thing he could really think about, as it distracted him heavily.

[i]And, the pit of his stomach churned and spun uneasily at the mere thought.[/i]

[i]He had to clear his head.[/i] But, he knew he couldn't leave without first introducing himself to detective; Richard had an insatiable hunch that he was on the detective's bucket list, since he'd been in contact with Lucy just days before her death, as one of her professors for the upcoming fall semester.

He arose from his seat, and briskly walked around the outskirts of the theater. As the doors outside opened while he walked past, he couldn't ignore the near-indistinct chatter of something about the lumber mill being "overrun"? It sounded ridiculous, but he couldn't ignore the thought as it entered his head. Could it be possible the two vehicles he'd been driving next to earlier had something to do with the incident? The answer was that it was likely. [i]likely[/i], given all of the shenanigans in Silver Falls of late. Given his knowledge of the geography, the vehicle could've easily had come from the lumber mill, speeding into town through Graze street in whatever rush. 

He wandered backstage to find the detective's room, and saw the same drama queen he'd seen make a scene out of the entire show. He swallowed his pride like a grown man, and made distance between himself and the doorway. He leant nonchalantly against the wall a good distance behind the adolescent, his head down as if to intentionally appear inconspicuous, as he waited his turn with the agent.