[hr][center][color=slategray][b][h1]Harry Kingsfield[/h1]
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She gave a name without hesitation, that indicated that either her story contained some measure of truth, or she was pretty good at fabricating falsehoods while under pressure. Although he could step in Jenna's way and press her more, it was pretty obvious that any more would do more harm than good, so he let her leave. But this wouldn't be the last she would see of him. It might be seen as petty, but he was going to look into her story and verify its truth. The nagging voice in the back of his head kept telling him that everything in this town was connected, and he wasn't going to let a potential lead slip away due to simple oversight.

Now alone in the office, he took out his notebook and scribbled down as many details as he could remember about their conversation as well as factors around it: date, time of day, body language, word choice. As much as he could bring to mind while it was still fresh and before time and memory could warp the situation more than absolutely necessary. Briefly, he wondered if the girl would be upset that he wouldn't leave the conversation at that. It'd be pretty embarrassing for a reminder of a moment of emotional weakness to show up later and bother you. But he dismissed the thought. He introduced himself as an investigator, trying to feed one false information was a bad decision if he'd ever heard one.

[color=slategray]"A lot of adoptions in this town,"[/color] Harry remarked to himself as he finished his note taking. It'd do him no good to stick around the crime scene, so he slipped out of the mayor's office and returned to the library so he could finish what he'd been doing. Investigating the intern could wait until the morning, when he'd have more time and reason to return to the police office and track down the detective.