Another awkward silence followed, until Scarlet was fed up with it, “Yes, I figured as much, but could you two please discuss it outside? Are we done here, detectives?”
Sheryl and Watson looked at each other. The both of them quickly turned their heads away from each other in anger.
“Sorry...” Watson apologized,” We lost our tempers there.”
“Yes, now, do you two need anything else?” Scarlet took another sip of her coffee.
“Who is his mistress?” Sheryl demanded. “Show us this evidence that you're talking about!”
“Well,” Scarlet pointed to a file cabinet, “The evidence is in there, but I will not show it to you.”
“What?” Sheryl's temper was rising again.
“Do you two have a search warrant?”
“... No,” said Watson.
“Then I don't have to show you the evidence.”
“Alright, then tell us who his mistress is!” Sheryl demanded again.
“I won't do that either, after all, that is between my client and I.”
“But this could really help us! Don't you want to find out who killed your client?”
Sheryl stammered, “Wha- What for? What for?! She's your client!”
“She's my former client. I have already finished the job that I was paid for, I have no further need to get involved.”
Scarlet held up her hand and interrupted Sheryl, “Sorry, detectives. Good luck with your case.”
Seeing that Scarlet wasn't going to be cooperative, Watson stood up and said to the still fuming Sheryl, “Let's go.”
Sheryl winced at Watson talking to her, but got up anyways.
“One more thing,” Watson took out his notepad.
Scarlet put her cup of coffee down onto her desk. “Yes, detective?”
“What time did Ms. Walters leave your office?”
“By the time she finished crying, it was around 11.”
“Okay,” Watson noted the answer down. “Thank you for your help, Ms. ...”
“Scarlet is fine, Detective Watson.”
“Thank you, Scarlet.”
Watson walked out of the office. An angry Sheryl followed, but before she left, she declared to Scarlet, “You're not getting any of my candy!”
With that, Sheryl walked out of the office as Scarlet raised her eyebrow.