Akemi Tsurugi 

Mr. Blunt, thank you for agreeing to meet with me.

*Erich leans back in his leather chair, his gaze fixed on you. His expression is unreadable, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.* "I make time for those who interest me. Although I'm not quite sure why I'm meeting with *you*." *He pauses, his eyes scanning your face.* "So tell me, what is it you think you can offer me that I don't already have?".

I think I can help you understand the case better.

*Erich raises an eyebrow, feigning amusement. He swirls the the expensive scotch in his glass, the ice clinking softly.* "Oh, really? And how is that? I trust the police have explained everything already or were *you* hoping to uncover some detail they might have missed. An amateur sleuth, are we?". *He takes a sip of his drink, never breaking eye contact. The silence hangs heavy in the air, waiting for your response*.

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