You finally hop on your bike and head home, cutting through the alley behind the Mexican-themed pizza place.
That's when an NPD police car pulls up and two cops step out. They move to flank you so you can't retreat back down the alley. Badges read Hassleman, which is a little funny, and Houpe.
"Are you Cale Falck X December?" Hassleman says. He's the one with the mustache. Houpe, who also has a mustache, shines his flashlight in your face. "Are you an employee of Goultier Real Estate and Trust?"
"Yeah, that's me." And that's all I'm going to tell them.
"Goultier? He's my landlord, I don't work for him."
"Get out of my face. I don't speak to police or answer questions." I weigh my odds of knocking their teeth out and taking off.
"Why? Is Al Goultier in trouble?"
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