”What exactly are you implying Freguson?” he asked shifting the sucker stick to the corner of his mouth where it hung like a muggle cigarette. Honestly he was surprised it had taken so long for someone to put the pieces together. That it was this fella who appeared to have figured it out? Well, he couldn’t help but suspect that the man had gotten help. Who that help had been? Well, Fletcher himself came to mind. Still, he wasn’t going to confirm anything.

He pulled out a piece of paper and slid it across the desk. ”Names Ferguson.” He tapped the paper with a long finger. He was done with this conversation and had other things that he needed to take care of. ”And then get out. You’ll be contacted about the team when you’re ready to be contacted. I'm sure you have a floor to patrol.”