Jesus Christ, you're boring as fuck, aren't you.

[...That could have been a lot harsher than it was, but it's still blunt as hell.]

Second floor in the garden on the second day. Heard the gunshot but decided to wait for word from Sandra before doing anything about it. In my room doing a couple of personal readings with my cards on the third day, didn't hear a fucking thing.

I'm not here for forensics amateur hour, I don't see any need to jump on seeing what's going on with the bodies. Shot is shot, and it really doesn't matter to me either way.