"Hey kid! Can we ask you something?"
"Casually approach child"
"Uhh, are you cops or something?"
"No! We're interested in the museum! Do you know what type of exhibition they will have here?"
"Uh, I don't really know about the museum, my friend Owen is really into history and stuff so you should ask him..."
"So what are you doing here?"
"I mean, dad sent us an invitation, so we showed up"
"Are you Mr. Coli's son? Is this a family business?"
"Well, um, not really? To none of that.
My dad, uh, only helped with the place, and my mom did everything else, so.
And, um, Im not really his son anymore? He kind of... disowned me, so, yeah.
And we're also not really talking with mom either. We're kinda just here"
"He seems to be avoiding eye contact, i think, i can't tell for sure, I am also avoiding eye contact.
He should get an anti-eye-contact hat"
"You still came even though you have a bad relationship with both of your parents?"
"I wouldn't call it bad, i mean, with dad I was cool for a while and then the thing happened so he hates me now and I wasnt really sure if i had to come here but Nadia was gonna come here so i didnt want her to get here alone and i didnt want to be here alone either so i brought Owen along and nothings really happening but Nadia is like on edge or something and its a bit spooky so. Um.
Yeah."
"Have you considered getting a cool hat"
"Simon."
The door opens, and a teen girl appears
Player 3 has joined the game
"Are you two fucking cops?"
"No!!"
"You couldn't be more wrong. We're mere tourists"
"We were just asking about the museum"
"You should ask Owen that. He's upstairs"
"And what are you doing here?"
"Currently, looking for snacks and a baby brother. I already got one of them, so excuse us"
She and her brother turned to leave, but she suddenly stops.
"Before we leave,"
"Is any of you Detective Oliver Beebo by any chance?"
"I am"
"... Could I talk to you later? In private"
"Sure"
The Coli siblings leave
"So... Is she a fan? Or a client?"
"No, I've never met her in my life"
"But there's something about her eyes that's... familiar.
They scare me"
Ángel holds his hand again
"So, upstairs then? To meet History boy?"
"Yeah, let's go"
"I might not be the world's greatest detective like you, but I deduct that those kids are hiding something"
"I am not the world's greatest detective. That's Benoit Blanc or Columbo"
"Do you also prefer your detectives to stay fictional?"
"Yes, it's less competition"
They head upstairs