"Oh, I know everything about you, Harry." He taps on the folder in front of him. "I have…

"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."