Reaves' final tone suggested that Tom should act a bit more impressed.
"That's really impressive sire."
"Indeed. So, as the shadow of twilight swept through the city, I simply went out and hid on the tallest building."
Clenching his fists, Tom fought to keep the impatience from his tone. He wasn't interested in this grand tale.
So, he jumped right in- asking the question of the hour and halving the tale;
"And the killer? Were you able to get a good look of his face? Did you recognize him?"
Reaves' nose twitched. He actually looked a little hurt.
"Charlie."
The light in his eyes went out. "No, there must be some kind of mistake."
"I'm telling you," he said without a hint of humor; "It was your former partner. I could tell."
"How?" Tom inquired; "Did you see his face?"
"Of course not," he snapped; "There was no moonlight. . .no stars. . .no street lamps either. . .you know this already. . ."
