From the journal of James Fernandez
I began the investigation interviews with Father Fransisco De la Fe. A kindly elderly man, he was sleeping furthest from the incident.
"So Señor, excuse me…Father De la Fe, were you awake during Señora Martinez's attack?" I had to hold myself up straight as I spoke. I could feel exhaustion creeping further through my body.
" I was." He looked back at me with a weary expression.
"I was saying a prayer to the saints to grant us a safe journey on a long train ride."
"And that was around midnight?"
"Y-yes I think so. I don't wear luxury items, or really anything extra apart from my necklace." He pulled a necklace that was tucked into his shirt revealing a plane looking wood cross.
"I see, why do you think your God let Señora Martinez die?"
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"PAPA!?" My daughter, who I hadn't realized followed me, gave me a scolding look.
"That is…did you happen to see anything irregular during that time?"
"I–I'm sorry I had my eyes closed."
James rolls an 18 on an insight check
"Aw but your face tells me you heard something, yes?" I raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
"Y-yes, I heard a slamming sound from on top of the train." He looked up and extended a finger towards the roof of the cab.
"A slamming? Like an emergency hatch closing?" I prodded further
"Yes, I believe so."
"Did you see anything then?" I was leaning in now. Making sure not to miss any subtle movements.
"No, I finished my prayers. When I opened my eyes It was from Señor Diaz running past."
James rolls a 16 on an insight check
Unfortunately, he was telling the truth.
"Did you know Señora Martinez?" Back to basics.
"Everyone in town knew who she was. She was one of the biggest contributors to the community." He paused for a moment. "She also occasionally did the readings on Sundays for me if I couldn't find my glasses."
"Were those your only interactions with her?" I could feel a potential break approaching.
"Yes, I didn't know her that well outside of church." I made my last few notes and closed my pad.
"Thank you Father, that was all I needed for now." I headed for the door.
Next to interview the young married couple. Perhaps it's death that brought them together…