Dr. Valesquez walked into the reception area. He had dark circles under his eyes, but he was otherwise polished looking, even if his shoulders were a bit slumped. "What is it now, Abigale?" He snapped tersely.
Abby almost flinched. "Well, these young men are agents for the insurance companies looking into the recent deaths around town. They aren't reporters, and you said no reporters... and no voo-doo superstition. This is Mr. Halford and... I'm sorry, I don't recall his partner's name." Abby furrowed her brown in a look of confusion. "Did you tell it to me dear?" She looked to the boys.
Valasquez straightened, his stance becoming stiff. The effect was ruined for Abby as she caught a slight hint of Bourbon under the stronger scent of breath mints.
"I assure you, gentlemen, we follow all proper procedures. If you'll come with me to my office, I'll answer your questions." Dr. Valesquez sounded polite enough, but there was an air of defiance in his eyes.