Julie was about to get up when she suddenly sat back down "I'm so sorry but instead of talking about the thief Mr. Avery, could we talk about you? Are you all alone in this small town?"

"It's complicated, and just a guess, ma'am." Charles replied evasively. "Might I go up and look?" He asked, already making his way to the room.

Frank opened the book and read the first page.

"Who is he? Does he live with you? Was he the one who caught Avery shoplifting?"

"Don't mind me." Charles said immediately to Frank as he headed over to the box of board games, checking for the game 'Mouse Trap'.

"Well, I'm just gonna go ahead," Pullox says to Frank before he leaves the house and goes to the morgue.

Frank's concentration is broken and he stops reading. He looks behind himself at Pullox.

"Hold on, we've hardly scratched the surface here!" he yells after Pullox.

At the shout, Pullox trips and lands face-down on the floor.
"........ugh," moans Pullox as he gets up.

"I really don't think there is anything left here... I guess I could search Mike's room though."

Pullox calmly walks and enters Mike's room, as if he wasn't even a bit humiliated from the fall.

OoC: Does Avery have his own room?

OoC: No he shares with Wilma.

"Oh that's nice. How old is he now?"

Charles hummed, yanking the board game out of under the pile, and opening it to look inside. "Tell me something, why are YOU trying to solve this crime?" He asked Frank.

Pullox first tries to look around for any differences between the victim's room and Mike's room.
Then, he opens the dresser and examines.

"Oh, great..." Frank mutters, pocketing the notebook. He quickly opens up the box and looks through it, looking for titles.

Pullox gasps, examines the object, and then sticks it in his pocket. Then, goes to look around the bed.

OoC: Ha, nobody will know what it is now...