fandomhigh | Private Investigation: The Essentials [Monday, Period Four]

The workshop today was meeting in the Danger Shop, which was set up to look like a city alleyway. Standing at one end were Jake and a disheveled looking man who smelled vaguely of canned ham.

"Okay, kiddies!" Jake clapped his hands. "Last class, so we're gonna be working on something every good detective needs: a good snitch."

"'Scuse me, b'y, but I prefers the term 'information broker'," the disheveled man spoke up.

"Whatever," Jake rolled his eyes. "So here's what you know: last night at approximately 11:00pm, someone broke into the pet store and stole all the kittens." A cat burglar, yes. "Finn here happened to be standin' across the street and might've overheard a thing or two. S'your job to figure out how to gets him to tell you what that is. Good luck."

Dealing with snitches, Jake felt, wasn't really something that could be taught. It could only be learned by doing. So the little nippers were gonna get thrown to the sharks... well. Shark. Canned-meat-smelling shark.

[ooc: OCD up!]

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"You were across the street, huh?" Ben asked the man. "Did you see anyone come out of the shop?"

Finn just gave Ben a calculating look. "You needs a DVD, b'y?" he asked instead of replying to the question. "I gots all kinds."

Ben shrugged. "Have anything with cats?" he asked.

"Yeah, course I got cats," Finn scoffed. "what d'ye takes me for?" he dug a brown-paper-wrapped DVD sized packet from his jacket pocket. "twenty bucks."

There were very few things Ben wanted less than a movie about cats. "Five," he countered, "and you also tell me how many people you saw last night coming out of the store."

Finn disagreed; Ben absolutely needed a movie about cats. "Kids these days," he tsked. "No respect for their elders. Fifteen."

"Ten," Ben replied, "and I won't run all over your lawn with my loud music."

"Ten'll do," Finn decided with a nod, holding out his hand expectantly.

"Information first," Ben said, holding the bill out of reach.

Finn shook his head. "You ain't buyin' information. You're buyin' a DVD. The information's... a bonus feature."

Ben really hoped he wasn't buying kitty porn. "Fine," he said, handing over the money.

Finn pocketed the bill after making a face when he realized it was American currency. Jake... wasn't gonna tell the guy that he was a hologram and it wasn't like he was gonna get to spend the money anyway. He shoved the DVD out towards Ben.

"What do you want to know, then, b'y?"

"What'd you see happening at the pet store last night?" he asked immediately.

"Couple'a scruffy-lookin' fellers was hanging about, talkin' something about strong litters," Finn reported.

"How tall were the scruffy-looking fellows?" Ben asked. "My height? Taller?"

"About yay high, I'd say," Finn indicated someone a few inches shorter than himself.

"Both of them?" Ben replied. "Fat, skinny? Bipedal?"

Ben forgot that he was on Earth there for a second.

"They wasn't on bicycles, no," Finn shook his head at Ben.

"Did they have a car?" he recovered.

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