#Chapter 57: An Investigation at the Mansion

"And after Dr. Prism approached you with her concerns, you decided to be solely responsible for delivering the Alpha's food, is that correct?" Jack asks, his pen poised over his notebook as he waits for a response. "That's correct," Jenson says. "And I have been diligent in my duties, I can tell you that, sir. I truly have no idea how anything could have slipped past me." "Why don't you walk me through your protocols?" Jack suggests. Jenson bristles slightly, and Jack must notice it, too, because he adds: "I don't suspect you at all, Mr. Jenson. Nothing indicates to me that you were involved in this in any way. "I just need to figure out how the culprit slipped by the protective measures that you, Dr. Prism, and Mrs. Potts set up. When we know the how, we can hopefully narrow down onto the who, if you see what I mean." Jenson looks mollified, and his expression turns from defensive to thoughtful. "Well, Mrs. Potts prepares the Alpha's food and drink separately," he says.