>>4072>Mr Moench leads the two detectives off to the side to a small office, barely big enough to fit the three of them, locking the door behind them.“So, detectives, what’dya need to ask about?”
“You seen the news today, Mr Moench?”
“You on about those horrible murders? You don’t think that was me do you?”
>The younger detective shakes his head, indicating for Mr Moench to calm down with a hand gesture.“Nothing like that Mr Moench, we assure you, we just think the murderer might’ve used something from your store as a murder weapon.”
>The colour drains from Mr Moench’s face/“Oh. . . that’s. . . that’s horrible. . .”
>Putting himself back together, the proprietor looks at the two detectives with a serious expression on his face.“Ask away, detectives.”
>The older detective gives the younger one a look, and then begins asking away.“Do you make custom arrows here, Mr Moench?”
“Custom arrows? Oh, you mean those fancy nano-composite carbon whatsits, we don’t make those here, we just act as a middleman for the company that makes them.”
“But if someone were to want them, they’d have to order them through you, yes?”
“Of course, we’ve got an exclusive agreement with the company.”
>The older detective nods, then the younger detective takes charge.“Have you had any orders for them recently? In particular, hunting grade ones?”
“We don’t do hunting grade arrows here, so we wouldn’t’ve accepted. . .”
>Mr Moench trails off as he remembers something.“Oh yeah, there was that one weirdo that came in a few weeks back wanted a bulk order of them, I turned ‘em down of course.”
“Can you describe this person?”
“Not really, it was a while back and they were dressed up like they were about to rob the place, all I can remember is they were small, a woman or teen maybe?”
“Lines up with what forensics said about our suspect’s height.”
“Thank you for the information Mr Moench, I’ve just got one last question, could we get a name and address for that manufacturer?”