*Central London police station , Jacob Bixenman*
Jacob walked beside the men with his head held high and his shoulders back as the cameras flashed as he climbed the steps of the police station.
Inside was warm and comfortable. Oddly enough, the station felt homey and welcoming. A left turn and it was cold and barren, waiting cells and angry police guards but luckily for Jacob this time he was venturing right into an office.
He sat down at the table they gestured towards and folded his hands as a man in an awfully ugly brown suit walked in with a briefcase and a smile. He was an easy read. Middle aged probably had a daughter that played soccer, a son who did too. They probably hated him, his fake smile and busy schedule. He probably never had time for them anyway.
"Mr.Bixenman."
Jacob looked up with a gentle smile. Almost batting his eyelashes at the man before him.
"Hello. Could we do this quickly my grandmother is coming over for tea and she'll be worried sick."
The man raised his hand to stop Jacob.
"It'll be fairly quick, no worrying at all."
Jacob pretended to check his watch, not even glaring at the time but putting on a jolly good show for the entire room.
"Alright, let's begin."
The man sat down and folded his hands, mimicking Jacob's own, his hard stare looking into Jacob's eyes, searching for anything he could work with but unfortunately found nothing but an empty forest, echoing his own demands right back at him.
"Perfected the poker face I see. No need to be tense Mr.Bixenman, you aren't in trouble."
Jacob let his eyes shine slightly with amusement before the sun behind them set again and rested for the rest of the situation.
"It's a business tactic and I guess now an instinct."
The man whose name Jacob still hadn't bothered to ask or even was given the opportunity to learn. So he did what he did best and he studied him. The brand of suit he was wearing was cheap and easy. His shoes were expensive though. His belt didn't match and his hair was gelled back so much it was hard to look at.
"Where were you between dawn and noon?"
Jacob leaned back in his seat, an easy smile on his face as he stared blankly at the cold hearted man.
"I was home playing music on my piano, where were you?
*Bixenman Estate - Troye Mellet*
"How long have you known about this? When did Jacob even tell you?"
She shook her head at his nonsense and flapped her hand in his face to silence him.
"He filled me in last night, he said you were worried and he didn't want to scare you away. Something to that effect. He sounded a little off."
Troye fidgeted and Wanda, knowing better, excused herself to the kitchen to check on tonight meal.
"I left him. Well I tried to leave him."
Her eyebrows raised slightly at him, for a moment the triplets leaving her mind, scattering like mice in a field of tall grass.
"You said tried as in, you came back?"
"No."
She turned her body towards Troye more and her voice held so much question even her eyes weren't sparkling with speculation.
