Olive gave a nod.
"Indeed." He grabbed Avelina's photo out of his pocket and showed it to Mr. Marcel. "This lady was our friend, and she has been missing for a year now. We heard that she was to be married to you, so we thought it would be good to come and ask a few questions."
They could immediately see Mr. Marcel's face begin to scrunch in a very irritating and ugly manner.
"That b*tch! That whore!" he cursed, suddenly seeming infuriated. "You are here to ask me about her?" He burst into laughter.
"That good-for-nothing woman got what she deserved. She nearly killed me and ran away, thinking she would be alright. Hahahahahaha." He laughed heartily. "Well, sorry, gentlemen, I have no idea of her whereabouts or anything about her. It will be nice if you can take your leave now, please."
"Go! Shoo!"
