David tries to act like he didn't just find a concealed weapon. He tries to act cool and collect. Side with the villain, gain their trust, take them down.

"You're right, you're right. You said that Tyler let you have access to Ohm and Mini though, right?" David asks, shuddering. He hates this case, he hates it he hates it. The language he has to use, the people he has to talk to, the intolerance they have to face. It makes him sick, but he plays along. For Lui, he tells himself. A knot forms in his throat. For Lui.

Jonathan huffs again, leaning back. He's more relaxed to hear the detective on his side. "Yeah, sure. Still pissed me off, though. Mini was too loud, and Ohm was too small. Mini could be a little bitch and Ohm acted like he was porcelain or something." Jonathan critiques, crossing his legs and making himself comfortable.

David raises an eyebrow. "So, when was the last time you were at the club?"

"A few days ago. I'm sure cams saw me. I was watching Ohm." Jonathan replies.

David curses silently for that, he'll have to draw tapes to make sure Jonathan doesn't have an alibi. "Alright, could I make a quick phone call?" He asks, trying to avoid raising suspicion.

Jonathan waves him off, so David nearly leaps out his chair and finds his way outside through the maze of a house. He grabs his phone from his pocket and dials the number Tyler gave him, dreading the fact that he has to bother Tyler when he was so obviously shaken up before. Tyler replies pretty quick, his voice back to steady and firm. "What now?"

David sighs, stuffing his hand into his pocket and watching his breath fog in front of him. "I need tapes from the night of the murder. Of the lounge and the back rooms, tell me if Jonathan Denis was there." He says, making sure to stay quiet in case that pesky worker was listening in.

Tyler sighs too, suddenly mirroring David's remorseful tone. "Yeah, alright. I'll e-mail them to you once I find 'em. Be safe out there, David." Tyler mumbles, and David aches for a second when he remembers when he and Tyler talked more, when they were younger. Before any of this happened.

Tyler hangs up at that, and David heads back inside. Two lefts and a right, he recalls, walking back into the living room. Jonathan's attention is on the TV again, and he looks over his shoulder at David to grin. "Who was the call for?"

David needs a lie, he needs one fast. He walks over and sits in the chair he had already been lounging in, giving himself more time by taking a sip of his room temperature coffee. "My boyfriend. I said we'd go out for dinner but I think I'll have to go back to the station and look for more leads." He says, surprised by how easily the lie rolled off his tongue. He sucks at lying.

Jonathan chuckles lightly, looking up at the TV again and taking a sip of something David can smell from his seat. Alcoholic. Something strong by the looks of it. Jonathan stretches, and only then does David notice how long his limbs are. He'd best be described as lanky, tall, but certainly not as tall as David. Few are. David's analyzation is cut short when Jonathan's voice cuts through the air like the knife in his jacket. "I don't like it when people lie to me, Detective."

"Makes sense," David starts, feeling that heavy feeling return. "I don't either."

Jonathan rolls his eyes, less bashful and more annoyed. "You know what I mean. Who was the call for? Do you honestly think I could be a suspect?" He snaps, angry now. David swallows.

"I'm terribly sorry Mr. Denis, but with your rap sheet and your history I at least had to check." David replies truthfully, desperately trying to save his own skin. He has back up but if Jonathan makes the first move there certainly won't be enough time. David sighs, trying to play apologetic. "You understand, don't you?"

Jonathan glares David down, and suddenly it's blue against green again. "No detective, I truly don't. It seems childish that you sit and waste your time on me."

David can feel his blood turning into ice water in his veins, making him stiff and cold. He nods, rising to his feet. "I best take my leave, then." He announces to no one in particular, walking towards the entrance way.

"Detective." Jonathan calls, stopping him. David turns as if spinning on a stage. "I can't let you leave, not after everything you'd heard." David freezes up entirely, ice consuming his blood as his ears zone in on every noise in the room. The press of Jonathan's shoes on the wood floors, the quick breaths David realizes he's taking. David even hears his wire buzzing, and wonders if Jonathan can too.