“-and I’ve nothing to say,” their witness finished. “The police said so.”
Jay and Robin looked at each other. “Perhaps this is as far as we’re getting today,” Robin suggested. “We could go back to the office, have dinner, clean up a bit, get an easier case…”
“You’re giving up too soon!” his boss retorted. He turned his eye on the witness. “I appreciate you having taken the time to speak with us after the police took up so much of your time. It really does get in the way of business.” Pulling out his wallet, he absently began to rearrange some bills. “How many customers were you unable to make sales to when they spent so much time in their interrogation? I’d hate to take up even half that time while doing the same.”
Robin bit his lower lip. The man’s eyes widened. Jay placed some bills on the table.
“While you’re wrapping those up, perhaps we could make some conversation?”
“Of course! What do you need?”
“Is any of that for me?” Robin asked quietly. “Is that why I’m not getting a raise?”
Jay hushed him and Robin had the distinct impression none of that was for him. He attempted to sulk through the entire interview, but he wasn’t good at sulking, so instead he worked too. They left, heads stuffed with information and pockets stuffed with tiny pastries.