Sitting down in the booth, he couldn't help but notice the rag, and the blood. "I assume there was a fight? I saw the broken window." Taking out a small notebook, he began flipping through it. "Well, I won't judge. That's not what i'm here about." He flipped through his book until he reached a certain page. "Your neighbor, Eric Grayson. I'm sure you know what happened by now." He looked Darnies in the eyes. "Now, before I say anything else, I want you to know that I am not accusing you of anything. Everyone already told me that you were nowhere near the crime scene when he was murdered. I'm here because I think you can help me find his killer."

He was interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing. "One second." Taking out his cellphone, he put it up to his ear. "Greenfield speaking...really? Alright, thanks." Hanging up, he put the phone back in his pocket. "I'm sure you're aware of the recent killings, usually involving...strange weapons. I just got a call saying that Grayson was killed by silver bullets."

"Now, I don't need to tell you how strange this all is. I want to know what's happening, and who's behind it." Looking through his book, he flipped to a different page. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but from what I've gathered is that Eric was on good terms with everyone in the apartment. He was well-liked. So, tell me...did Eric have any enemies? What kind of person would hate him enough for them to kill him?"