Briefcase
Intuition


He leans towards you and whispers...                                                                                           
"marijuana"                                                                                                               
once again looking embarrassed.                                                                             
"She was living in that RV at the edge of town, who knows what she was getting up to!"

"Did you notice any unusual behavior?"
"Do you know of any enemies she may have had?"
"Where were you after you saw her?"
"Would I be able to talk to Mrs. Jacobs?"