Fanatic ⇒ Only Murders In The Building

02 → Who Is Tim Kono?

"My father was a Charles. I-I'm a junior. It was the most consistent refrain of my childhood was how much I was like him. And I really was. We were both right handed but-"

"What the f*ck?"

"Yeah, my thought exactly. I don't know if-"

Suddenly, there was a knock on Mabel's door.

"They're cleaning out Tim Kono's apartment tomorrow, so we're gonna go down there and look around for clues before everything's gone. You wanna come?" Charles explained as Mabel answered her door.

"Do I wanna break into a dead guy's apartment and go through all his sh*t?" Mabel rephrased Charles' explanation in her own way, accepting the bright yellow glove from the elder man. "Sounds like an afternoon. Callum! You want to break into Kono's apartment?" The woman called out behind her, opening the door slightly wider so the older men could see Callum.

"Why not, what else is there to do nowadays?"

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"This is it. Our one chance to get to know Tim Kono," Charles commented as he entered the flat, Oliver immediately following him him with the microphone. "I brought Luminol and a black light in case we find-"

"Oh, blood! There's blood!" Oliver yelped, trying to step around it in a panic.

"Shh! Don't yell blood!"

While his three friends stepped into the living room, Callum paused at the door, transfixed on the blood. He tried to will his body to step over it but he felt himself slipping into his memories, his eyes deceiving him as he thought he saw the forest floor beneath his feet.

"Sex toys! We got sex toys, people!" Oliver's shouting pulled him out of his trance, allowing him finally to enter the room. "Okay. Remember not to judge. Nothing shameful about deviant sexual pursuits. Looks like Mr Vanilla took a turn down Rocky Road, if you know what I mean."

"Do not ever say that again," Callum pleaded, taking a step back, his expression of disgust matching Mabel's and Charles'.

"Paw prints!" Charles suddenly called out as he walked over to the couch. "Bloody cat prints," he repeated himself.

"Th-that dead cat. W-what was her name? Ethel?"

"Evelyn," Callum corrected and he and Mabel walked over to the older men.

"This doesn't make sense..."

"Oh, no, no, no. A lot of people name their pets human names," Oliver commented. "I had a parakeet named Bruce."

"I had a dog named Juno," Callum added.

"No, the cat was here after Tim died..." Charles began to explain.

"And the cat died that night, too..."Mabel finished, the group potentially getting a lead.

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"What's that?" Mabel asked as the four entered Oliver's flat, a pile of 'gut milk' sitting by the door.

"It's a beverage and a business," Charles recalled his earlier conversation with Ursula.

Suddenly, Callum's phone began to ring as they reached Oliver's kitchen. He pulled out his phone and looked at the caller ID; '#1 Gremlin' it read.

"Sorry I'll be one sec," Callum announced before stepping away, the eyes of his three friends on his back as he walked into another part of the flat.

"You know, I think we have enough to paint a pretty clear picture of Tim Kono," Oliver began again before him and Charles listed things about Tim.

"Can we not? I don't think being unlikable means he deserved to die-"

"You did what?" Mabel paused as the three heard Callum call out. The trio leaned their heads to be able to see Callum, who looked annoyed, running his free hand through his hair. "You think a phone call's gonna make me forgive her for-" the Brit cut himself off as he spotted the trio. His eyes slightly widened before he gave a weak smile, mouthed a 'sorry' and left the flat.

"Well that didn't seem suspicious at all," Oliver commented, receiving a glare from Mabel as she was about to finish what she had began saying.

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