A:
"I need to think you stupid motherfucker."
You pull out another cigarette. Fitz again makes a grab for it. You pull away.
"Look, do you want my help or not? I can't think under these conditions. I need my fucking smokes man."
Fitz thinks for a second before going back to his book. You light your cigarette and start to puff away.
The car starts to fill with smoke, and the driver dismissively rolls down the window next to you.
Several times you try to engage Fitz in conversation, but he seems intensely interested in the book he's reading.
Eventually, you give up trying to talk and settle down to the task of working your way voraciously through the rest of the pack. You silently lament that you hadn't had time to grab your whiskey flask before hurrying out the door.
After about an hour, the driver stops and says, "We're here."
Fitz looks up from his book. "Good," he says. "Get working."
"What happened here? What information do I have to go on."
"Come come now, you're the brilliant detective that's done oh so much for this grand old county of ours. I'm quite sure I won't need to be involved at all."
He just about shoves you out the door, and the car drives off.
Surveying the scene:
There are two buildings, a house and what used to be a barn, but has fallen into disrepair. Do Not Cross tape is crudely set up around the barn. A young police officer is sitting next to a young boy. Not much of the usual hustle and bustle of a crime scene is present.
CSI does not seem to be there at all.
You approach the police man. "Officer, what happened here?"
"Sir, I don't know much," comes the reply. "I was just about to take the boy's statement. All I know is, the vic's in the barn shot in the head."
"Who's in charge of the scene?"
"Well," he says uneasily. "I am I guess. Or you now. I don't know, I was the only one called over."
Jesus one guy? What the fuck is going on here.
"Allright," you say. "Go inside the barn and look for anything important, but don't touch or disturb anything."
"I know that sir," he says a bit reproachfully.
You turn to the boy.
"What happened?"
"I was wandering along, and I saw the barn. It seemed like...I don't know, something was off I guess. I looked inside and there he was lying there. He was obviously dead. So I called the police on my cellphone."
"You were walking along in the middle of private property?"
"You don't live out here, do you? Everybody walks everywhere."
"Did you touch anything in the barn? Move anything?"
"No."
Are you:
A. Trustful of the kid's story.
B. Suspicious of his motives for being out here.