" i don't know if you remember me, and really, i am in no position to be offended if you wouldn't, " ben quipped, his attempt of a joke followed by a nothing but nervous laugh, " anyway, i am doing some... research. for a friend. who has a school project !! and who can't come here because she's also an artist..? — not that that matters. i wanted to know what happened to someone, hypothetically, if they kept investigation relevant material secretive..? "
both the detective and bianca weren’t around, so when bejamin gunn entered the precinct, bernard sharp knew this one was on him. he could do this -- he was an inspector after all ! after giving himself a quick, internal peptalk, he turned to face the young man with a smile of which he hoped it implied confidence. “ mr. gunn, welcome back ! “, he said friendly as he motioned for the guy to take a seat across of his ( temporary ) desk. when the guy began to explain why he’d come down to the precinct, bernard tried to keep up with the nervous rambling. “ well, whoever withholds important investigation-related information, as well as lies, risks being subjected to penalties. “, he stated, folding his hands atop his desk. “ is there... anything you know which could further out investigation, mr. gunn ? if so, you can always tell me... i am sure you would like to find winnie back as much as everyone else ? “, bernard initiated, hoping to get something more out of ben. but it seemed in vain -- one thing was sure, benjamin gunn k n e w something. it was time to figure out what. { @benigxtcr }
