Cora: Where to today, ziggles?
zigbigadorlube: We need to go interrogate Lilith Moran, both for her supposed alibi for her husband and also for her involvement with our victim. I’m still not entirely sure she isn’t guilty.
Cora: You do have a point there, why would a woman married to the most wealthy and powerful mob leader in the area be seen around town with a nothing Cop?
zigbigadorlube: Hey now, at least we’ll be able to see the inside of Joe Moran’s house. Have you seen that thing? It’s huge!
Cora: Thinking of going house shopping ziggles?
zigbigadorlube: You kidding!? I couldn’t afford a place a quarter that size, it is nice to dream though.
~Cora and zigbigadorlube walk up to the Moran mansion and it is just like zigbigadorlube said--big, expensive and an obviously showy example of the kind of power that Joe Moran has. The pair of them walk up to a large front door and knock. The door is soon opened by a maid who asks what it is they want, and after hearing their wish to speak with her mistress she ushers them inside. On the way in Cora notices a man whom she recognizes as Elliot Nitty sitting on the porch polishing a very large and impressive tommy gun~
Cora: ~Whispers to zigbigadorlube while they wait in a rather comfortable sitting room waiting for Lilith to be fetched~ Did you see Elliot Nitty out there with that gun? We’ll need to talk to him as well on the way out.
~zigbigadorlube is about to answer when a voice from the doorway cuts her off~
Lilith: How may I help you detectives?
Cora: Your husband sent us here. Can you account for your husband’s whereabouts on Wednesday, February 11?
Lilith: Of course I can, I always know what my husband is up to.
zigbigadorlube: Would you mind sharing that information with us?
Lilith: ~Looks bored~ We went to the local cafe for dinner.
~Cora looks at her for a moment as if determining whether her story is true~
Cora: Mrs. Moran, can you tell us your connection to the deceased, Mr. Kenneth Smith?
Lilith: Our “connection” is really none of your business detective. ~Anger creeps into Lilith’s voice now~ Now I suggest you get out and stop making wild assumptions. Ellie please see these two out.
~Cora and zigbigadorlube start to leave but Cora pauses~
Cora: Mrs. Moran, how did you break the heel on that shoe by the door?
Lilith: I stepped in a crack in the damn sidewalk.
~Without another word zigbigadorlube and Cora leave the house. Outside they pause to talk with Elliot Nitty, who looks up at them very nonchalant and unbothered before going back to polishing his tommy gun~
Cora: Mr. Nitty, how long have you been working for Mr. Moran?
Elliot: ~Doesn’t look up from his gun~ Better part of 5 years, what’s it to you?
zigbigadorlube: Are you a good employee? Would you do anything your boss told you to do?
Elliot: Of course, why do you think he keeps me so close?
Cora: Mr. Nitty, do you know anything about Kenneth Smith?
Elliot: I don’t know a whole lot, but I do know he’s been seen in the local hangout, you know...the speakeasy past them underground tunnels behind the cafe. You ask Eugene Fitzgerald, he’d tell y’all the same thing.
~Cora looked blankly at Elliot for a moment then threw an excited glance at zigbigadorlube~
zigbigadorlube: Thank you Mr. Nitty, have a nice day!
~Cora and zigbigadorlube hurry away from the scene as quickly as they can without looking suspicious~
Cora: Can you believe he just gave away the entrance to the speakeasy, we’ve been searching for that for ages!?
zigbigadorlube: I know! And he gave us another name! Eugene Fitzgerald works at that very cafe!