I let myself into the dingy old motel room, surprising the figure sitting by the windows.
"No, don't get up on my account," I smirked, drawing my gun. "You'll want to be sitting when I tell you I've solved the case, and how I figured out that it was actually you who killed Graham.."
The figure, surprisingly, just looked annoyed. "Why do I always choose the worst possible disguise?" Unexpectedly, he turned into a four-foot-tall penguin.
"The fella you want is in the next room over. Oh, and work on your delivery. It needs more world-weary superiority."
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