Susan was still scowling. The woman had pissed her off enough not to show her badge, and she knew that she was going to be in trouble. "What is it about manners? When did people lose them? I ask her a simple question, she asks twenty in return and is a complete cow about them, and then..."
She shook her head. "You have some... interesting friends."
"Please do, the man thinks that hexing first and asking questions later is standard procedure where he came from."
"At least three people overheard him fighting with Rosie the night before she died, and he very clearly threatened her. His fingerprints were found at the scene, and now that she's dead, his son inherits the pub. It was a line of questioning that needed to at least be asked."
"But it's a whole bunch of tenuous steps, and he's more the type to have just AK'ed her and gone. There was blood all over the room. Quite ghastly, actually."
"He did use an illegal portkey to go to France, and he was heading to Russia. From a certain point of view, he has all the markers of someone who has committed a crime." Susan hated the thought that her instincts had been wrong.
"But he's going home, and now I'll have to start from scratch." She didn't want to, and the thought of it all was making her head hurt.