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How are you feeling, Mrs. Foster?

No alarms or interruptions.

If you wanna go first, that's fine. No, no. No.

What? - Smells good.

Foster had only been there a few weeks.

I tried to stop it from escalating. That's why I was there in the first place, but...

My aunt likes to exaggerate. I'm a paralegal.

It's good, because I'm not. There are no factors to consider.

He said sometimes it looked like things were being moved.

The hostility kind of caught me off guard.

Foster was a thief and a liar.

Not until I get a deal on the theft and the breaking-and-entering charges.

I've brought you all here to help me find it.

No. I felt so awful that I left without talking to him.

What was that? - Probably rats.

...how it feels to lose somebody.

Or was conscientious that way.

I got nothing to tell you.

You're closed. Furtive. You're hiding something.

And Foster's aura was pink.

- Where were you last night? - In my home.

- Fight over a woman. You know how? - No, and I don't care.

- Frankly, I'm looking to learn from you. - Not a problem, deputy.

- Foster seemed like a nice guy. - That's a lie.

But that's impossible.

Any idea how much prison time that carries?

Because, my credulous Van Pelt, spirits are smoke and mirrors.