Brunhilde suspects you

She pointed one finger directly at you while furrowing her brow and wearing a scary expression. "This guy is the most suspicious. The moment I met him, he was trying to make nice and put me off my guard. It's guys like that I trust less than anyone," she explained, glaring straight at you.

You defended that you hadn't done anything at all. That was just normal small talk! She was really going to throw you under the bus for a reason like that?

"Hmph. If I'm wrong, then what do we lose, anyway? A useless detective who chatters away when there's an active investigation going on."

That's what detectives do! They chatter! It's called interrogation!

"It's called being a waste of breath," Brunhilde grunted, now turning her eyes away from you and shrugging. "We all get a vote. That's mine. You're the asshole."

Linda spoke up, surprisingly different from her usual meek self. "That's terrible of you! Malcolm is just doing what he can, hitting the beat, doing the legwork! Don't you have any appreciation for classic detective work?" she protested.

"No," she answered flatly. "What kind of detective gossips like that? Might as well have my boss doing it. If anything, Dee's style is better. No pussyfooting around."

"Exactly," Dee agreed, not smiling, but with the faintest satisfaction evident in her voice. "But you'll have your turn, Linda."