An Exchange of Information.

[patternprophet]

WHO: Leoben Conoy and Bridget Von Hammersmark.
WHERE: Some high-class hotel
DATE: Saturday June 12
WARNINGS: Discussion of a murder?
SUMMARY: Leoben goes to investigate a murder. Bridget is a witness.
STATUS: Closed, ongoing.

Comments

[notmatahari]

Sal Malone was not the first man Bridget had seen killed. It was unavoidable in her line of work. She had grown rather callous towards the whole thing. It wasn't like she was actually attached to the man who she had been going steady with. It was merely a problem because she had lost her outlet of information. However, that wouldn't stop her for long. The mafia was full of men who would long to comfort a woman like her.

"Miss von Hammersmark?" Bridget looked up, a perfect picture of grief. She wasn't an actress for nothing. "Jawohl, officer?" The officer, a young man by the name of Speight, said, "We've got a reporter who wants some questions answered. It shouldn't take long." She nodded, noting how no one asked if she actually wanted to talk to the man. Bridget was a woman, so what she wanted was often disregarded. Internally, she was rolling her eyes. "Of course, anything to help

[patternprophet]

Leoben nodded at the officer as the door was opened. He paused for a moment, to get a look at Bridget. She looked like she did in her pictures, though certainly more real. It would be a different sort of interview, he figured, since he was inquiring about a murder as opposed to her career.

"Miss von Hammersmark? My name's Leoben Conoy and I'm a reporter for the Daily Bugle. I hope you don't mind me asking you some questions about what happened?" He asked. It sounded a little more enthusiastic than he normally did, but it might be worth it to keep up the act.