"A cop? No, I'm a messenger. anyway, you know a charlie? He's suppsoed to be in this park."
John asks the youth, not really expecting anything. There's always the old lady, she might know more.
The boy looks around the park again.
"Naw. Don't see any Charlie-looking people around-hey, is that a pile of... ew. But naw. Don't see any Charlie-looking people here. Unless there's one in the pile."He pauses awkwardly.
"Say, man, have you lost anything lately? Like, an ounce of anything? I could return it to ya, if there's a reward.""Hm. It looks like one of you is lying. Time to find out who. Can you bring the shade we talked to previously here?"
Ask the law shade to bring me the other shade. If it does (and nobody objects or says anything immportant):
"Okay then. Here's the problem. One of you is lying. But I am going to be reasonable. If you admit your lies, I promise no harm will come to you. If you don't... "
Eta left the sentence unfinished, hoping that the unknown was would make her words sound even more ominous.
"So, once more. Who lived in the room across the hall originally?"
The mercenary shade waits as your companion retrieves Gef from his room, bringing him into this room. He seems confused.
"Uh, what's this about?" he asks a little nervously.
"We're investigating a particular issue, Gef. Do try to keep up," says the other shade nonchalantly.
"Okay then. Here's the problem. One of you is lying. But I am going to be reasonable. If you admit your lies, I promise no harm will come to you. If you don't..." you conjure up your best ominously benevolent tone.
"So, once more. Who lived in the room across the hall originally?"Both shades pause for a moment. You think the mercenary one is looking expectantly at Gef. Reading their expressions is difficult without voices to accompany them. A few moments pass, neither quite willing to speak. With a sigh, the resident of the room gives up first.
"Bonzo, naturally," he says. Gef seems startled by this.
"What?" he says.
"No way! That's Gamu's room."The other shade pauses for a moment, tapping its finger against its head.
"No, pretty sure it was Bonzo's. But us saying 'nuh-uh' to one another isn't going to be terribly productive, is it?"Gef's confusion intensifies, judging by the expression.