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Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich fixed Lock with one of his unamused glares while he spoke. He was sure that the Korean knew he didn't have to talk about sex between the two that much, and he was also sure that was directed at him. He was almost tempted to talk about his time with Ethan just to rile the star up, but right now that would only ruin their chance to investigate.
After skimming the file, Fredrich glanced at the footprint Lock was staring at. "I don't need to." he said. "That print doesn't pair right with Leon's height and build. Even if he had small feet, they couldn't be this small unless his legs were narrow." He looked back at Kiyaka. "Hmm... Maybe what we're dealing with is a love triangle. Jealousy to the point of killing someone."

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

The Austrian closed his eyes and inhaled slowly through his nose. "This is beginning to sound like deja vu to me." he murmured, feeling his arm throb at the nostalgia. A shapeshifter. He would have to gather records of all the students and see who honed such skills.
His thoughts, however, were interrupted when a commotion was made outside. He turned his head in time to see a young man with silver hair and green eyes practically burst through the doors, the policemen that blocked the doors now asleep. "Where's Leon?" he demanded.
"And you are...?" Fredrich asked with narrowed eyes, tempted to toss the man out for barging in.
The slimmer man seemed to return the glare, but straightened up. "I'm Nikolai Byko, the Sex-Ed teacher here. One of you darlings called me to tell me that you arrested my boyfriend, and I would very much enjoy an explanation!" he sneered until his eyes noticed bloody Kiyaka. He caught his breath and rushed over to her. "Kiyaka! Oh darling, what on earth happened?" he breathed and looked down at the stab wound with wide eyes.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Nikolai hesitated when he saw Kiyaka's reaction, unsure of how to handle it. Why was she looking at him with such fear and betrayal? He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion until he heard the blonde's explanation, making him glare sharply at him. "Leon wouldn't harm a fly, darling. I can assure you of that." he said sternly until spoken to more. He bit his lip and tried to think, eventually finding an idea. "There... is someone I know, yes, but he's... Dear me, how do I say this? He's not right in the head." he explained while crossing his arms and cocking his hip. "If I'm right, he works here. Perhaps you've met him before, dearie? A blue-haired doctor? Smiles a lot?"
Fredrich perked up. "Do you mean Decius?" he asked, wondering how the thin man could know Cameron's father.
Nikolai looked to the detective and nodded. "That's the one. Of course, he wasn't always that insane."

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Usually Nikolai would have taken his time and flirted with the two detectives, remarking on how sexy it was when the blonde was demanding. But right now Leon was in trouble, and he would do anything he could to save him. Nodding at Lock, the Sin looked back at Kiyaka sadly as his purple mist shot over them and through the room.
Fredrich barely blinked as the mist soared past them, making his coat tail billow in its artificial wind. He briefly glanced down at Lock when handed the phone and looked at the list. Of course Ellery would find a way to help from across the world, he thought while keeping his smile hidden. Let's see... Damian Foster, but he's been MIA from the school for a year. A few students that were all-powerful demons and whatnot, but they had never had a class with Nikolai or Leon, nor had they met Kiyaka. Then there was the student Arthur Richmond, but there have been little to no reports of him shifting. In fact, he was under probation to see if he really was a shifter or not.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

"He's the only one that has a connection with Leon, but that's just it. Why would the murderer kill someone he barely knows and pin it on the one person he does?" Fredrich sighed in frustration and looked at Lock. "Perhaps the shifter doesn't go to this school at all." he suggested.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

"Not necessarily..." Fredrich murmured while staring at Kiyaka's desk. He walked over and carefully looked at each item. Books and papers were shuffled to indicate signs of struggle, but Kiyaka's position and her wound said it was up close and with barely any struggle. He could also make out blatant fingerprints made by a damp hand, most likely sweat, and some blood. The Austrian pursed his lips then looked at where Kiyaka's body was, now nothing more than a large stain of blood on the carpet. He turned his head to see a few drops lead to the trash can and walked over to see what once held a knife. Whoever did this wanted the 'killer' to be caught by using obvious incriminating evidence. A third party, however, tampered with the evidence to make it point elsewhere, and then they called the police to confess. "... Let's talk to Leon at the jail." he said and turned to Lock. "I have a feeling he plays a bigger role in this than what we thought."

Without proof, you'll never catch me.