William Preston entered the interview room. He was a man in his thirties. He just stood there, looking at the room. Then he came closer to the table in the middle, not minding the man lying on the floor.
He looked around one more time and looked at Mendel with a confident look ...
Name's Bill. I came to redecorate.
He pulled out his gun, shot himself in his right temple and dropped dead. He left a rather interesting blood splatter on the wall.
