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I swear I weren't movin' no body, Detective! *Santino bites his lip and nervously looks from side to side* I were actually told ta wait fa someone. Got that Bani Cop, waitin' not killin'. Anywho, I'd been waitin' fa hours and I had just finished up a large drink. So I... I uh... ya know, nature were callin'. Ya know that feelin' right, Detective? Right? So, I thought I'd just relieve myself in the alley. Just real quick. Yeah, that's it, real quick.
*Hesitates for a moment* And, I ain't helpin' the fuzz when I say this. Just tryin' ta clear my name a murda and all.... Rumor's that Tony's been doin' things he ought not on the east, west, and north side-a town. It's just a rumor though; so, no one's been payin' much attention to it. I mean, he'd have ta be pretty stupid ta pull somethin' like that.
*Becomes distracted by the loud banging coming from outside*
I don't know... yous guys are starting ta make me think ya ain't really cops in the first place. Or, ya just dirty... Who's payin' ya ta find Fat Tony's killa anyway? I mean, who would even give a hoot 'bout Tony?
Oh, yeah! I could really use a cup a joe. I've been pullin' an all nighta. So coffee would be great, real grea- ... Wait, wait a minute. *Santino side eyes Bani Cop* I know what ya doin'. That's uh... that's a manipulation thing, yeah. It's where ya do somethin' good for me so I feel inclined ta do somethin' good in return. I scratch ya back and you scratch mine.
Ya know, I get this feelin' like ya tryin' ta get me ta rat someone out! Gosh, I ain't no rat, detective! You know what would happen if I squealed on someone? Do ya? I'd get ventilated or even worse... *swallows hard and puts his hands around his neck protectively* a Sicilian necktie. *Santino shivers and shakes his head from side to side, vigorously*
I mean, even just bein' here could get me in a whole lotta trouble. *wrings hands together nervously* If Boss found out... Oooh Gosh, I don't even wanna think about it. I ain't, I ain't gonna think 'bout it. I just ain't.
Listen Detective Ravens. I don't know nothin' 'bout Fat Tony. He works on the east side-a town. Wait, were Tony the one in the alley!? I were standin' on top a Tony? *Santino rubs his forehead and sinks down in his seat* Oh gosh.... I think I'm gonna have that coffee now.
N-Not that I do, I don't, I'm a good hard workin' citizen. Yeah, that's right, good and hard workin'. How do ya know it ain't one a ya boys gone rogue on ya? huh? I mean, they found it and they were near it to, right? Right!
Sounds more like ya behind the eight ball on this one and ya just lookin' fa some fall guy. I ain't bumped no one off, Bani Cop. Even if they really deserved ta be whacked. I still think it's the boys on the south side.
*Chokes*
Body!? What body? I swear I didn't know there were a body! I mean, why would I be hangin' 'round a body? That's crazy!
*Santino straightens his suit lapels*
What ya really should be worried 'bout is how rough ya boys are. Talk 'bout unnecessary force. I weren't gonna run. I got nothin' ta hide.
*Looks down and rubs his sore forearms*
It's gettin' ta the point were a mug can't walk down the street without gettin' framed fa murder.
*takes the business card and gives it a once over*
Yeah, sure thing Detective.
*is about to leave but stops*
Wait, you mean we're gonna have Zombies on the loose? Gosh, what's this world comin' to when a mug's gotta watch his back for Zombies.
*Santino opens the ominous black car's driver side door*
Oh, don't fa-get what I said 'bout those south side goons. They're always up ta no good. Just be careful, they like ta carry some real crazy heat. Ya know, like Chicago typewriters, if ya know what I mean. Any who, I'll make sure ta keep an eye out for ya.
*climbs into the car and revs the engine before speeding off*
*shrugs, hands still shoved into his suit pant’s pockets*
But some schmuck given’ ya a description that matches mine? I mean, Imma brown haired, hazel eyed mug. Isn’t that like almost every jaspa walkin’ down the street? I still say ya informant is all wet.
*Santino takes his hand out of his pocket to tip his fedora*
Anyways, I already told ya Detective, I were at my house, feedin’ my cat. I gotta witness who was there with me, yeah a witness. If I were you I’d be lookin’ at the boys on the south side a town. They’re real shady. Maybe you could uh ventilate a few. Ya know, shoot before ya ask any questions. You’d be doin’ the world a fava.
*shivers at the thought*
If ya want my soul as payment, ya gotta take that up with the owna.
*furrows brow in disappointment*
Darn, I really wanted ta see what was unda that mask. I betcha all scarred up and scary lookin'. Ya know, like the guy in that opera? He wears the mask and lives unda some kinda theater. Oh, and he's all obsessed with some singin' lady? Yeah, I betcha look like 'im.... Ya sure ya won't take cash instead, Mr. Detective?
Oh gosh, and I don’t know about ya talkin’ ta my cat. Charlie Bruiser ain’t as nice as I am. He don’t like cops… I mean, I totally like cops, they’re great! Serve and protect in all, right? But Bruiser on the otha paw, not so much. Besides I don’t want no lawsuit if he scratches ya or somethin’.
Oh, yeah, I know information ain’t free. I got an associate who says that all the time. How much ya want? I mean, I don’t got that much but I can sure grease ya palm. Soooo uh, how much ta take off ya mask?
*straightens up, eyes wide open*
The 5th!? Oh gosh, um, I were at home. Yeah that's it, at home feedin' my cat. Yeah..... Wait, where were you on the 5th, huh, Detective Ravens?
*suspiciously looks Bani Cop up and down*
I gotta question for ya? What kinda cop's gotta wear a mask? If anyone's got somethin' ta hide, I think it's you. yeah.
*crosses arms and leans against the car*
I think you's the killa.