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[Center][color=a6fef2]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Foyer  
[color=a6fef2]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center]  
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It appeared that Millicent wasted no time in trying to get information, or at the very least another thread to pull on. It made Sam feel almost helpless. He was a [i]paranormal[/i] investigator, not a regular one. He didn't know how to do this, but he needed to try. For Millicent’s sake, for Renee's sake…for everyone's. He walked past where Constance was sitting, grabbing his plate off the table along with his drink before turning around and heading back towards her, a bee line straight into the seat before her. A part of him had wondered if he should've taken the seat next to her like a confessional at church. Which seemed less suspicious? Which would allow for more hushed conversations? He certainly didn't know. 

Sam didn't say anything at first, letting the fact that he'd just sat before her settle in before he decided to scare her off fully. How did he start this conversation? What should he say? What shouldn't he? She could very well be the killer, she seemed the least bothered by it all but then again…Miguel was missing, and it wouldn't make sense for her to have killed Renee unless she truly wanted that prize. His brows furrowed, working hard to try and find an angle that didn't seem to exist yet. No blood on the carpet could be seen. No drag marks. Broken bones common with a bad fall and a blow to the head that [i]could[/i] be attributed to the fall. Unless…was Tony covering for her? Maybe she did do it and he noticed something odd with the wound but…no. 

Sam let out a sigh before he shoveled in a bite of his Crêpe. Wonderful of Gordan to have made it fresh, horrible that Sam had allowed it to get so cold already. [Color=a6fef2]”Sorry for this morning…I can be a bit of a mess when there's a body around. Bad history you know? How you holding up?”[/color] Bad History? Jesus was that really the best he could come up with? Two murders in less than a week and ‘Bad History’ was all the mind could do to try and form a sentence.