The Cracked Portrait

○Corvin's Home○

Corvin was simply sitting in his chair, drinking some wine for the late night, his thoughts were jumbled too. His mind ran faster than he ever has before. He couldn't think straight, and it wasn't because of the wine. Oliver was out, yet again, said he was out with friends. Corvin was alone in his house. He worried for Oliver, more than he thought he ever would. The kid became something like his kid recently, he sure took care of him like one. Oliver lived in his darn house for God's sake. That's when Alastor about burst straight through his door. Corvin jumped from his seat and upon looking at Alastor ran a hand through his messy hair.

"God, Alastor, ever would have a thing called knocking perhaps." Corvin's heavy voice filled with annoyance.

"I did it! I found another suspect!!" Alastor looked like he had gone mad, he was smiling, and he looked frazzled.

"Woah there buddy how about we have a seat, you look like you were dragged through hell by the devil himself."

Alastor took the offer and sat down on the comfortable cushions of Corvin's house. He was too relaxed for the situation. He cleared his throat, turning back on his clean and analytic facade, "Right, this was a hard case, but I think I have an idea. And I'm sure this will be hard for you to hear once I get it out."

Corvin widened his eyes, he figured out the case before he did. Impossible, he crossed his arms, "Well out with it then."

Alastor looked at Corvin with pitying eyes, he hesitated slightly, "It's Oliver, he's the murder"

Corvin stood there dumbly for a second before he burst out laughing, he actually laughed so hard he fell next to Alastor on the couch. "Oh, Oliver, the murder? That's wild, now I know you really have fallen down the rabbit hole."

Alastor glared at the man and pushed him slightly, "Stop laughing! I'm being serious, I saw Oliver out right now following a guy."

Corvin wiped fake tears from his eyes, and then sat up straight, "Are you sure that wasn't his friends, he was out with them today?"

"You don't tend to follow your mates in alleys with black hoods on, do you? Plus, remember the page of missing information that got ripped out, it makes sense doesn't it? Only you two have access to that file, he could have taken it and ripped it out. Plus, the way he acted around the evidence like he didn't want us to find any more than we already did."

Corvin sighed and then got up to walk to a cabinet in the living room. He opened the doors and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from it and two cups. He poured himself one without pouring Alastor one and then turned to him leaning against the cabinet.

"Yeah here's the thing Alastor, Oliver might have a temper, which I know you know, but he doesn't have it in him to be a serial killer. Just the other day he blanched on seeing a wound I had received, all the blood was making him woozy."

Alastor opened his mouth to speak but Corvin held up his hand to stop him. "It's a huge mistake to even suggest him to me anyway, Oliver is basically one of mine, I treat him like such, every parent would defend their kid, no?" He raised an eyebrow at Alastor.

Alastor glared at him, "Yes, but you're not his parent, and the evidence, the only evidence, and suspect we have, points to him. I'm not saying lock him up for good right now, I'm just saying investigate him, look at the evidence."

Corvin sighed once again, "Wow, I really thought you were smarter than this Alastor, it really does disappoint me," Alastor twisted his face in confusion, "You're forgetting details here Alastor, like the fact that I make all the evidence. If I had evidence against Oliver don't you think I would take it and know," Alastor opened his mouth once again to speak but Corvin cut him off, "He suggested you in this case Alastor, and I agreed. I wanted to see if you could crack it, and you didn't. Which hugely disappoints me, I really thought you could get it." He laughed darkly, "I believed in you. But here we are, I know who the murderer is and you don't"