Best Friend's Ex Box Set

"Official statement? But what about everything Ben just said?" I asked.

"Kendrick said that stuff to me," interjected Ben.

"So? Why does that matter?" I glanced back at Ben, noting the expression on his face before returning my attention to the cop before me.

"We need to get an official statement on paper from your witness. Until then, this is all hearsay, and we can't act on hearsay," Smith said.

I stared at him coolly for a few minutes, quietly assessing him.

"Alright, Captain Smith," I said coldly. "Well, don't worry, you'll have our full cooperation with everything in this investigation."

"Good," he replied. I detected a hint of latent aggression in his tone. "Because we expect nothing less from you."

"Don't worry, Smith. We want to catch these guys just as badly as you do," I assured him.

"Excellent. Well then, gentlemen, I'll be on my way. If you have any leads, and when your witness is ready to make an official statement, get hold of me." He handed us each a business card.

"We will," I said. "We will. Goodbye Captain Smith."

"See you later, gentlemen."

He stuck his hands in his pockets and strolled casually off. When he was out of earshot, I turned to speak to Ben.

"Something doesn't seem quite right with that cop," I remarked.

"You're telling me, Ev. He's done nothing useful for the whole six or seven months he's been on this case."

I raised an eyebrow. "That's how long he's been working this case, and nothing has come of it?"

Ben shook his head. "Nothing at all."

"That seems a little too suspicious to me. We've got these dealers selling to kids in the open, operating brazenly in this area, selling a life-threateningly dangerous drug – and this guy isn't doing anything about it?"

"He's not doing much at all. That's why we needed to get someone like you in on this," Ben reminded me.

I nodded. "I understand. Yeah, I get it now... Look, I'm not making an official accusation or anything, but do you think he might be working with the dealers? Taking bribes to look the other way? Getting kickbacks from their profits in exchange for protection."

Ben scratched his chin. "It's a definite possibility. I don't know how else to explain his inaction or his lack of interest."

"Well then, we better not let him know that we're investigating this on our own," I added.

"No... but word is gonna get out that we are. Maybe he already knows."

"Maybe he does. Regardless, we have to keep our involvement under wraps as much as we can, at least until we've got something the cops can charge these guys with. You know, hard evidence, stuff that can't 'get lost' in a police station."

"I agree,” Ben stated. “But Mr. Mask, if he is working with Captain Smith, he's gonna tell him about you and me. He knows we're on his tail, and he's gonna want all the protection he can get."

I wondered if Ben had any idea what had happened last night.

"Ben, did Panetti message you last night?"

He looked surprised. "No, I didn't hear anything from him. Why? What happened?"

I let out a long, slow sigh.

"There was some, uh, drama last night."

"Drama? How so? What happened?" Ben asked.