[ They need to come back, that's the thing. But if Fraser is right on his hunch they might at least come back with better leads. If they can link Lucca to any of the city's suicides, unusual or otherwise, it's at least one more thing they can use in their case. ]

Well, my experience is you gotta reciprocate a little to keep them thinking there's something in it for them, right? End of the day they're still people, even if they're not people like you and me, ey mio vecchio amigo?

[ Fraser felt himself tense. Even if he knew the words were Italian, my old friend, hearing 'Vecchio' out loud in conversation wasn't something he expected. He exhaled the tension deliberately, keeping quiet. ]

Now I know they do that whole selling to the highest bidder thing some places, but I'm not involved in that, you know? When you wear boots this expensive you tend to keep them clean, you know what I mean? If your boots are clean, your nose is clean. And you, my friend, have very dirty boots.

Maybe I ask around see what I can find out. Ey--haha. [ The Italian laughed to himself, clapping Ray on the shoulder, and downed the rest of his tonic. ] I got business to attend to. You come back here tonight, have a good time on me, a'ight?

[ He was excusing himself, and while Fraser thought they could probably get more out of him, they'd have another opportunity later that night. ]

Get here well before ten, loosen him up on my tab, and I'll help you out. Jeanine's got a back room, exclusive customers only--you'll fit right in. But loose. Maybe he don't remember a thing in the morning, you get me?