The Let's Play Archive

Still Life

by DeathChicken

Part 10: Chapter 3-1

Chapter 3: Cookies

So when we last left off, Vickie had been jolted out of a flashback right when it was getting somewhat interesting by Claire on the phone.

“Yeah, hello?”



“Not at all. I was just reading something and I guess I really got into it.”



“Really it’s OK, what’s up? You don’t sound too good…”



“Oh, Samantha?”



“I’ll be right there. When can I pick you up?”



“OK, you take care…I’ll see you soon.”



So it’s back over to the creepy office to fetch Claire. But first, let’s go bother Pat.

“Hey, Dad.”



“Did you ever read any of Granddad’s memoirs?”

Because he had this weird thing for hookers, and…



“Yes, I found his memoir from one of his cases.”



“It’s the one in Prague. Did you ever read that one, Dad?”



Like Grandpa’s prostitute fetish.

“Dad, answer the question.”



“Did you ever ask Grandma about it?”



“Did you know about Grandma?”



“Dad, I wasn’t judging. I just wanted to know if you knew…”



Ooh, touchy.

“Dad…I was going to meet Claire.”



Pat has this really weird way of speaking that makes it sound like he’s vouching for the quality of insulation on a 2:00 AM infomercial. He shifts to it abruptly for this line.

“Yes, she’s just having a hard time talking to her daughter. I better get going, Dad.”



“No, Dad, I’m the one who should be sorry. I shouldn’t have gone there.”



“I’ll be back soon.”



Immediately bugging Pat again…





“Oh, I won’t, Dad.”


Ugh. Luckily, we don’t have to mess with the cookies quite yet. First it’s back to our truck and over to the Office, where Claire is waiting.


Vickie looks as thrilled as I am with these pointless scenes riding the elevator.


And thankfully Vickie automatically puts in her damn password this time rather than having to do it manually. Inside…

http://youtu.be/DISVe2fMVss

…oh, shit. Meanwhile…


…someone has apparently sliced up Jack’s body even more than it was already.


Claire barges in and blames us. Y’know, I would argue, but it is Vickie, the girl who single handedly collapsed an entire crime scene.

“Me? I thought you…”


Oh sure, send *me* alone into the hallway where the serial killer is wandering.


Fortunately, he ain’t out there and it’s a straight shot to the security room. Where there is still no one manning the damn thing. Checking out the cameras leads to…


http://youtu.be/xgwRzsJszA4