[b][color=9e0039][h1][center]Calvin Lovegrove[/center][/h1][/color][/b]
[color=9e0039][h2][center]The Apartment of Danielle Raymonde[/center][/h2][/color]

Danielle stared at the detective in disbelief before her lips curled into a condescending smile. “Well, Detective…Gallagher, was it?...I am paid to act like a professional. Perhaps, if you knew how to do the same, you would understand.” She giggled under her breath. “If defending the honor of squandered beauty is your life’s mission, then I suppose I could understand your frustration.”

Cal grimaced and stared at the floor, declining to interject in the firestorm that had erupted around him.

After a moment of excruciating silence, Dani’s face returned to that of warm civility. “Nonetheless, I now want nothing more than for you to leave. I will answer your question.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” muttered Calvin.

“What was the question, again?”

“Was there anything out of the ordinary? Based on what you know about the Carousel?”

“I suppose there was a man.”

“A man?”

“A man. He looked completely unremarkable and I could not possibly describe you to him…but I noticed him. His table sat right next to the window below the red and purple neon sign. I remember being transfixed by the image.”

“Why was it unusual?” asked Calvin.

“Because he was there both nights. His pose, his gaze, everything. Identical.”

“His ‘gaze’?”

“Yes. His eyes were on the belle of the ball. ‘Emerald’. And I noticed that her eyes were often on his, too. It was a bit uncomfortable from the third person.”

Calvin furrowed his brows and rubbed his forehead. “Your name was the only one that appeared twice.”

“Then he was a man who did not want to be found. That does not mean he killed anyone, though. He didn’t look the part. Could have very easily been a married man dipping his toes into the underworld for an ounce of thrill.”

Calvin folded his arms and looked at Ashley. “Hmm.”