"Pssst," a voice hissed from a back alley. The only one who noticed the voice was Fox, who doubled back and peered around the corner. A skinny young man was hunched over in a worn stockade.
"Hey man, help me out." He called."Why should we help you?" Replied Fox cautiously.
"You want to know who murdered that woman right, help out your new friend right?" His eyes glowed and a smile spread across his face. By now the rest of the group had circled around the man. "My name is WWW, but people call me 3 Dub. Mostly because there are three W's in my name."
"Do you think that Mr. Wendell is capable of killing?" Asked Fox.
3 Dub looked left then right. "Lie, steal, cheat, maybe even con. But he doesn't have the guts to do all that killing stuff."
"Who killed her?" Fox took another step closer.
"I'm not sure," 3 Dub looked up at the sky to avoid Foxs' gaze.
Groth stepped behind the stockade and put his massive hand on 3 Dub's back. It startled the young man and his eyes went wild.
"I don't know, I don't know, all I know is he didn't do it."
"Who would have done this?" Fox was now becoming annoyed with this nuisance.
As Groth leaned closer, to force his presence on 3 Dub, he noticed something about the security latch on the stockade. It was unlocked and the latch was not secured. Groth eyed Fox and the group. "This one not right."
"Hey wait up, aren't you going to help me? Where are you going?" 3 dub shouted as they walked off across the square.
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