You stab one of them and they start going nuts. They are now incredibly frightentened by your presence, perfect. m that if they do not tell you who killed your husband you will are going to kill them all.

—uhhhhh... ur husband?? :'?— one of them say.

—How are we going to know who the hell is your husband. The world does not revolves around you, lunatic lady— the other one says.

—He used to play poker with you! or maybe the bartender lied to me... Bloody hell... maybe you saw him at some point?? He was tall with dark hair and really handsome. He always wore a hat... — maybe the bartender lied to you... That hooligan!!! you are SO gonna kill him when you see him again (not literally of course, maybe) .

—still dont know who this lady is talkin' abt :'V—

— You know, tall guy, who always wore such a fabolous hat...—

—still doesn't ring a bell : '|

the guy who was involved in some really concerning stuff. I think he sold drugs or was generally involved in very unethic activities.— WHAT

—OHHHH YEAHYEAHYEAH I REMEMBER, robert wasn't it?? yeah that guy was totes chill and always brought us apple juice and biscuits... wait a minute... HE DIED??? aw man he was hella cool :,( ...—

— Yeah... it is a shame he left this world so soon... but he wrote his death sentence with the days passing going to places he should have not be getting himself into. I hope God can forgive him and accept him no matter what.—

These allegations make you wonder... so you ask:—What do you mean by "places he should have not getting into"?—

— He talked to a guy in this bar once. He was the leader of some drug dealer gang or something like that. And he started to get involved too, helped his comrades and avoiding the police and breaking the law. We were actually scared of spending time with him, anything he could have told to his collegues and we would become toast in a matter of hours! So we kicked him of our small poker club. That's pretty much it.—

— he used to bring us apple juice and biscuits c':—

— Yes Mark, you already said that.—

You are a little lost on what is really happening and all the allegations from part of these men. Your husband helping drug dealers??? Everything gets more abstract and confusing. If you were not confused by everything you got told by the bartender, you are certanly now.

— So, my deepest apologies dear for not been of any help on the search of Robert's murder. However, there might be a chance it is linked to everything I mentioned earlier. Here — he takes a piece of paper out of his coat and starts writing something on it— it could be dangerous but... it's the only thing i know that may help you.—

You are... confused. Astonished and confused. You thank the men for helping you and you apologize for stabbing their other friend. They say it is alright, that it already happened a few times before so it is not a big deal (what).