Taste of Death

Okay, he really couldn't get over the 'bwa ha ha'. The laugh sounded so... okay, well, it sounded like something out of a movie. Or the middle ages. Maybe it was from the middle ages, considering that for all he knew, the guy was a few hundred years old.

"Well, no offense, kind of hoping not." He couldn't imagine a skull face would do much for the ladies, and intimidation wasn't something he was keen on when it came to work.

Work. Work? Right, shit.

He cursed a rather undignified swear, glancing around to make sure no one was around but the two of them.

"Right, well - I'm going to get like, three earfuls over the fact that I've apparently just been standing around, let alone that I let a civilian near the crime scene. So... I'm guessing the best plan would be for you to get out of here, and I'll forget you were ever here in the interest of avoiding future paperwork." Absolutely no one liked paperwork. "And I'll... I don't know, look you up to try and figure this stuff out later?" That was as good a plan as he was going to get.

Lucky indeed. Angelo reached out, taking the card and tucking it away in his pocket. "Thanks. Don't mean to rush you out or anything - just don't want to have to explain to anyone else why there's a civilian on the scene." He didn't quite want to have to call it a crime scene, because he doubted it was. But even still, he had to keep it clear until he knew for sure. "I'll try and give you a call sometime this week."