"I understand you're here for your honeymoon with your husband?" Lemon asked the Kion.
Eleanor Campbell, formerly Eleanor Salviant. Unlike most Kions, she had two straight marks running down from under her left eye to the midpoint of her jaw. It was a thick black straight line, accustomed to the Kion people which complimented their golden skin. Her silver sparkly eyes watched as I paced up and down the room. We sat in the manager's office which was not far off from the lounge.
"Excuse me," she replied, taking her attention to Lemon. "Aren't you going to at least search the security cameras for clues, instead of wasting our time with this interrogation?"
She was quite rude when she said that. She had an aura of royalty, as though she owned the world and everyone else laid under her feet. Arranging her long hair on her shoulder, she crossed her legs and stared at Lemon's conspicuous glare.
"Avoiding any questions thrown at you raises your chances of being the murderer," I said, stopping my pacing and taking a seat. "Please do well to answer the questions."
Her hanging foot shook for a while as she stared at us and her smug gradually died. Then she exhaled and said;
"Yes, this is our honeymoon."
Lemon smiled, taking some notes on the small jotter she had found in the office.
"If it is that important for you to know, we did check the cameras," she said, looking up at Eleanor after she was done writing. "And we found that some footage had been erased, so unless you want a skilled murderer roaming this hotel freely, you would cooperate with us and help us find the killer."
I could not have said it better myself. The moment we got off the elevator, Ratchina made a detour and took us to the security room first, saying it was the wish of the manager, before she took us to the lobby. What Lemon said about the footage was the truth, there was a chunk of it missing starting right after the time the Nigerian came down through the stairs to get a drink at the bar, to the time when the body was found laying lifeless in the middle of the lobby. Eleanor swallowed her spit out of fear when she heard that last bit.
She adjusted herself on the seat and asked;
"What would you like to know?"
Lemon cleared her throat. "Let us start from the beginning."
The beginning. It was a minute after midnight, the clocked ticked slowly into the silence of the room as we listened to the Kion tell her story.
"It was an hour after nine," she began. "Fabian and I had just made a french exit from the beach party still going on, he had whisked me away on a brilliant whim of passionate interactions."
"Sex?" Lemon asked.
"That's what I said," she replied proudly.
"You guys had sex in the lobby?" I asked.
She exhaled, rubbing her nose bridge. "No, if you would let me finish!"
We raised our hands up, rolling our eyes. "The stage is yours."
"Hmmhmm," she cleared her throat. "While we kissed, we made our way to the front doors of the Brimstone Hotel—"
"It's a forty-five minutes walk from the beach to this hotel," Lemon interrupted. "You guys sucked each other's tongues for forty-five minutes?"
"Honeymoon fever," I said, trying to hold in my laughter.
"We made our way through the doors of the hotel," she continued with a glare at us, which made us stop our chuckle. "His arm over my shoulder and his hand…a tad busy as my lips were exploring every inch of his ear."
"Eww," we replied in disgust.
"I have an ear kink," she replied. "I'm not going to apologize for it."
Lemon cleared her throat. "With all due respect Kion, we didn't ask for a page from your Erotic escapades with your husband. At what time did you see the victim?"
"I'm getting there," she replied. "When we got in, we went straight for the elevator, but he stopped mid-way. 'We need a drink' he said, 'for the occasion,' he said. So we went to the hotel bar, I sat in the lobby awaiting him while he purchased the wine…Excalibur, my favourite in the 2000's collection. This is when I first saw Mr Osas."
"Who else was in the room while you waited?" I asked.
"Not many people," she replied. "Just those waiting outside, the Oppayeans which the bartender couldn't stop staring at…those stupid seductresses. The Granite and that pig of a Zander came in five minutes after I had sat down."
"Did you have any interaction with the victim?" Lemon asked.
"Just a few chitchats," she replied.
"What did you talk about?" I asked leaning forward.
She paused for a second, looking at our piercing eyes as we stared at her in expectation.
"Should I be asking for my lawyer?" She asked leaning backwards. "I feel like my lawyer should be here."
"There's no need to lawyer up," Lemon said, crossing her legs. "We don't have any jurisdiction here, and we've already called the local authorities…they're on their way as we speak."
"So either you tell us what you know," I said. "Or you tell them…and trust me, telling them won't help you in anyway."
"Especially with your track record," Lemon smiled.
Her eyes widened when she heard that, as though she had seen a ghost.
"What do you mean my track record?"
I exhaled, standing up and resuming my pacing. "Are you familiar with the saying, 'damfi ganteic loon,', Eleanor?"
"Of course," she replied. "It's a Kion mantra, translated in English as 'to kill a fly'."
"Exactly," I said. "The Kion version of a fly is quite different from those on Earth, here our flies are prey but over there your flies are predators."
"Is there a point to this?" She asked impatiently.
"Eleanor Salviant, born assassin. Killer of the Blood Pride, a gang of unrelenting Kion flies that massacared countless of your people back on your planet," Lemon said much to her surprise.
"After you were forcefully teleported to Earth," I continued. "Your thirst for blood lingered, so you had to quench it, killing thousands of criminals in the south pole and South Africa."
"Until you met your husband, Arenat Salviant who kept you hidden from the authorities and helped you control your killing urges," Lemon added.
She stood up immediately, forming a sword from the blood that floated out of her hand.
"Ooh, blood bending," Lemon said with a grin.
"Careful with that," I said, leaning on the table. "You don't want to hurt yourself."
"Who are you people," she asked, her voice a little shaky. "What do you want from me?"
The moment Lemon and I laid our eyes on her back in the lobby, we knew exactly who she was. A serial killer who only murdered criminals and who was wanted by a hundred Trooper Precincts in the whole Earth. Her history was well known by a selected few in the force.
"Tell us the truth Eleanor," I said, placing my hands on the chair Lemon sat. "That's all we want to know. Who killed Mr Osas?"
She exhaled, retracting her blood sword. "I don't know who killed the man…honestly, I don't even know how he died. One moment we were talking, the next moment he keeled over on the floor."
"From the couch?" I asked.
"Yes. I thought he had passed out from all that alcohol he was taking."
"Was he drunk?" Lemon asked.
"He didn't sound drunk…he sounded quite competent when we spoke."
I looked down the chair at Lemon, she raised her head up to look at mine. Then I turned the chair round so that I could look her properly in the face. We whispered to each other as I leaned closer to her, the only sound you could hear in that silent room was our quiet mumbling.
Eleanor scoffed. "You guys should get a room."
We turned looking at her with our brows up.
"This is a room," Lemon replied.
She scoffed, getting up and exhaling loud enough to get our attention. She paced, scruffling her hair as she purposely hit different noisy things. We finally turned back towards her.
"You can go now, Fly Killer." Lemon smiled as we stared at her.
She walked towards the door slowly, then she turned towards us before opening the door. "You're not going to tell Fabian anything about my past, are you?"
"Your life affairs and shenanigans are none of our business Eleanor," I sighed.
"Just try not to be a vigilante here," Lemon added. "And fix your disguise, an extra mark on your face is barely enough to fool the Troopers looking for you."
"They haven't found me yet, have they?" She smiled walking out of the room.
The next person we intterogated was Fabian Campbell, who was a big oaf if you asked me. He had nothing to give or tell and kept harassing Lemon with his wandering eyes. Almost gave the man a punch. Honestly, the newly weds were literally made for each other…a couple of loose nutjobs.
After him, came the Oppayeans.