Re: dead guys house: des, newt, & pat
[Upstairs, Newt poked around just a bit, to see if there was any evidence, anywhere, of something like a struggle or a drink, perhaps. Anything at all. In the end, however, he was simply left with a body and discarded clothing. He lifted the sheet and draped it back over the dead man. What on earth they'd do with it, he'd no idea. He wasn't going to bring it into his case. He'd decided that already.
He came back downstairs. His steps were slow and his usual copper-shine curiosity was dampened. He peered about, but it was with a sort of detachment. He kept his hand off of the railing, and neared the kitchen, only to hear Destiny and Patrick over nearer another room. The dining area, apparently. They were seated at a large table, side by side, in chairs cocked toward one another, and Patrick was saying his name, while looking, beneath the knightly veneer of gallantry, quite perturbed. As he really ought be.
Newt didn't sit. He came to stand nearby with some awkwardness.] Erm. Have we figured out what might've happened?