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Where Angels Fear To Tread (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

It wasn't far of a drive from the crime scene, which was probably why he was just out and about on his own. It was a nice house for sure, definitely something neither Dean or Cliff could dream to afford in this lifetime. They drove up the large driveway and Dean parked before climbing out.
"Do you wanna make em cry or should I?" He asked as they moved to the front door.
 
"Deal." Dean muttered before ringing the bell. It was quiet for a long moment before the door opened and a maid looked at the two in confusion.
"Uhm...could I help you?" She asked. Dean flashed his badge at her.
"Sorry to bother you so early, I'm Detective Matthews, this is my partner Detective Rhodes. Is your employer or anyone home we can speak to?"
"Oh, dear. Yes, I'll go get the lady of the house. Come in, detectives." She said, stepping aside to let them in.
 
The maid left in a hurry, going into the other room to locate the lady of the house. Dean glanced around at the place and made a noise.
"I don't even think my great grandchildren could afford this shit.."
 
"Detectives?" A younger woman stepped into the foyer, maybe a little younger than Cliff, glancing between the two, "I'm Carolyn Sims, what seems to be the trouble?"
"Mark Sims wouldn't happen to be your husband, would he?" Dean asked. Carolyn's face drained, hesitating before nodding.
"I-I...yes, he...he left for a morning walk not too long ago...i-is he...?"
"I'm...sorry, Mrs Sims..." Dean told her solemnly. Her face scrunched up as she covered her mouth to muffle her anguished wail, bracing against her maid as she began to sob. Dean fought his grimace as he shuffled slightly from foot to foot; this was always the worst.
 
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"When you have a moment, we just want to ask some questions about your husband." Dean told her gently. Carolyn tried to steady her sobs as she nodded, body quaking with her grief before she moved to the den. Dean followed, nudging his head for Cliff to follow.
 
They sat down and when Carolyn had a moment of calm, she nodded that she was ready.
"Where were you when your husband was found, Mrs Sims?"
"I-I was here...I don't work, Mark always cared for me.." She answered.
"And can anyone vouch for you?"
"Yes, Maria here can, she never leaves my side.." She replied weakly.
 
"Would your husband have any enemies that you know of?" Dean asked. She shook her head hesitantly.
"N...No...I don't think so..." She replied, "He doesn't really...discuss work with me.."
"And where does he work?" He asked.
"He's at the marketing building in downtown...334 Charleston."
 
"Is there anything else you could tell us, Mrs Sims?"
"No...No, I don't think so...but if I think of anything, I'll call you.." Carolyn said softly.
 
"Really, you've been a huge help. We'll find who did this." Dean said as he stood.
" Thank you...thank you so much..." Carolyn muttered.
 
Cliff tipped his hat again and proffered a card from his pocket. "This has both our direct numbers on it, should you need to get in contact with us again.."
 
She took it with a nod, "Please...please find who did this to my Mark..." She pleaded. Dean nodded and left with Cliff before giving a sigh.
"What do you think, head to the company or the station first?"
 
"Good grief..." He muttered as he started the car and drove downtown with Cliff.
"Ok, so...some rich putz is found face down in the drain on a fucking Tuesday, looks like he just tripped and broke open his head. The wife isn't sure of fowl play, but she seems like she has
a wheel or two turning."
 
"Yeah, not sure about foul play yet.. let's finish up at the work before we get anything too conclusive.." he said.
 
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