The deer who manned the front desk almost flipped over backwards in his chair after being startled awake from Ophelia's voice.
Standing up, hastily straightening his uniform about himself and fixing his cap the deer gazed at Ophelia with sleep still stuck in his eyes.
Stuttering from being caught he quickly tried to amend the situation, "D-detective B-brackenridge? Yes, ma'am! Er, right this way!" Still fumbling with his uniform, the deer tripped over his chair and stumbled out behind the desk until he stood at the entrance door to Ophelia's right. Between the embarrassment showing in his inner ears and his tail tuft tucking down against his body he opened the doors and fast walked through them. Leading Ophelia about halfway to down the right side of the large meeting room where vacant desks and very small, muted, chatter could be heard from figures in the scarce offices with doors closed.
Duxe's desk was a leaning tower of paper. From reports that needed to be filed, newspapers with pen markings, and some women clothing catalogs. The wolf himself was sipping from a thermos, engrossed with a pamphlet about the newest advances in the Bismarck zeppelin line.
"Detective Brackenridge,sir." The deer policeman addressed. "A miss...uhm." He looked to Ophelia, who he hadn't caught the name of. Luckily, Duxe's head popped around the paper and his pamphlet to see who was talking to him. "Ophelia! Thank you officer I'll take it from here." The deer beat a hasty retreat, Duxe standing up and offering a chair for the vixen before returning to his own.
Duxe smiled briefly but, quickly returned to his more business like manner. "Listen, our doctor gave Luther the once over and discovered something rather disturbing. Luther was murdered by lead poisoning. How it exactly happened we still don't know. Could be something he drank or eaten. He didn't find any puncture wounds so he ruled out any type of syringe."
Duxe stopped talking and reached behind him, grabbing a few papers that each bore a different companies logo, Ophelia's included. "I took the liberty of contacting representatives from different companies, yours I contacted as well. I don't know shipping routes though and what they specialize in. Mind filling in the blanks for me?"
The wolf turned in his chair and cleared a space on the desk behind his; pretty much he assimilated that desk as his working place since his desk was taken over by paper products. "I'll let you know primarily what I'm looking for. Lead, lead processing equipment, anything that can be used to create shields or barriers against radiation."
Duxe looked to Ophelia, not having given her much of a chance to talk. "I'm sorry I have to dump all of this on you so hurriedly. This information though could at least give me a lead on who the perpetrators could possibly be. I asked you before about companies who shipped heavy supplies of Unobtanium, sadly I think there is a connection if you show me which company also deals in copious amounts of lead as well."
He placed a pen before her, hoping her sharp memory would serve her well to write down what the three companies before her had in common, what they specialized in, and how their relationship corresponded with her company.
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