"The murder case. People touching my tools could mean that it was used. I'm not sure if it was or not, though. That's for you to figure out, isn't it?" Alastair asked, opening the door to his 'office'. There was a desk, and a chair. Along with a computer monitor, the only thing that was missing, and not visable from this angle, was the computer. Laying on the desk was the set of tools, neatly placed within a flat material container.
Once she was within the room, Alastair shut the door quietly. Sealing it with his demonic powers. "I've known my coworker for about... A thousand years?" He said, picking up one of his scapels with a smirk. "He's really trust worthy, you know? But I really don't like the thought of my tools being... touched." Alastair spun the knife in his hand gently, watching the light reflect off of the shiny metal as he waited for miss O'Hara to notice the thousand years comment. Let alone, the sealed door.
Off in the far corner, there was a curtain that was concealing a torture bed, along with a false wall that gave way to a silent room. Alastair fully intended to pin her to the wall and knock her out once she realized what was going on.