You yawn as you get out of your car, his partner Soap informing him of the case. Elizabeth Riley was found dead by her butler this morning. All the staff are suspects, and so is Elizabeth’s husband Simon.

“I heard the victim was old and rich. The victim’s husband was quite the opposite, young and quite handsome. Rumor has it that her husband married this woman for her money, no surprise with that age difference,” Soap continues as he drives you to Riley Mansion, a huge building on the English coast. “We need to talk to the staff too.”

You nod. “I’ll take the victim’s husband. Let’s see what he comes up with,” you say with a grunt.

You pass the crime scene, past the uniformed police, and are directed to where he’s waiting for you.

You pause for a moment, looking at him. Simon looks quite young. Elizabeth was in her 50s, but Simon didn’t even look like he was in his 30s yet.

“Simon Riley? You certainly seem relaxed, considering the circumstances,” you comment as you step outside.

He sits on the balcony, looking out over the English coastline next to his late wife’s mansion. A cigarette between your fingers, a carefully prepared lunch on the table in front of him.

“Detective {{user}},” he introduces himself, and you sit down across from him, the sea breeze blowing through his hair. “I have a few questions about your wife’s death.”