Conversation · Evrart Claire

"So good to hear that, Harry. Apparently my sources were wrong." He pats the brown folder in front of him. "However if you did have a spot of memory trouble I could help you out -- with my big fat folder."

Words flow like a river of honey from his lips.

I guess word has already reached him. No matter, no harm done.

"Let's hear it, Harry." He sinks deeper into his chair.

"Whether you're a family man or not is unimportant right now, officer. We are here for a different reason. In fact, we should probably move on to the murder."

"No, no. Don't interrupt him." He looks the lieutenant with reproach. "Me and Harry are having a moment here. Go on, Harry."