Conversation · Titus Hardie

"Nope! She didn't have anything of mine."

"No? Well, whatever then, copper." Titus chugs his beer down and wipes his mouth.

"No, they totally said what it was... What was it..." He's still thinking it over in the corner. "Anyone remember?"

The tattooed man scratches his head with his knuckles. "I don't remember, I was fuckin' drunk."

"Let me know if you figure it out back there," the big man says, turning to you. "Now, anything else we can help you with?"

"If you wanna be the local law enforcement, these kind of things fall on your shoulders."