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It's a few minutes before anything happens, but then the door slowly opens, revealing a man! He looms over the three agents, staring at them from the doorway and not letting them in.
"What's strange is someone that doesn't live here answering the door and refusing to let visitors see the homeowners. That's pretty damn suspicious to me."
"And how do you know I am not, say, household staff, or a member of the family?"
The man crosses his arms and stares at Eric, mimicing his pose as if to mock him! Rebecca's comment makes him frown, however, and after a long moment he looks over his shoulder, calling into the house!
"Mrs. Schall! I wasn't aware you were expecting guests. Shall I let them in?"
A reply, indistinct to the agents due to the size of the house and the quiet voice.
"No, they won't say. I'm sure there's no harm in it."
Another reply, then a series of thoughtful noises from the man, who seems to chatter his teeth for a moment before looking to the agents, seeming rather annoyed.
"Very well. This way."
He leads them inside, including Murdoch, to hurry this up!
"Thank you." Rebecca offers the man a polite smile and follows inside. Score one for knowing how to function around stuffy adults. Hopefully she's not trailing bug guts on the floor.
The tall man leads them through an extravagant foyer and several long corridors lined with expensive-looking art, until they reach a dining room! There, a dignified-looking, silver-haired woman with few age lines on her face sits in front of a delicious meal, with a lovely blonde lady, and a little girl who looks like the blonde's daughter judging by the resemblance, seated at the table with her as well.
"Mrs. Schall, the guests."
The older woman looks nervous, uncomfortable, for a moment, before nodding to the man, who is standing stock still next to the agents.
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Cueto. Can I help you three?"