Gotham Streets

Best Policy

~~Next Day~~ 

      Butch had talked to Fish. He told her it wasn't a good idea to kill me off. Butch liked me and trusted me. He told her about my 'skill' and she was skeptical but she trusted Butch more than anyone...

     Fish was having some troubles with one of her employees and wanted me to talk to him. They would usually beat it out of him but they wanted me to prove myself I guess. They took me back to the interrogation room but this time, I'd be asking the questions. They brought in a man, he looked like a businessman. He was crying, his breath reeked of alcohol. Two of Fish's men had to throw him into the seat. Then he looked at me and stopped sobbing

"You got to be kidding me" he said. The men shook their heads. He looked back to me. 

"What's your name?" I asked. 

"I don't have to tell you anything," he claimed. I laughed.

"Actually, you do... Or they are gonna take you outside and beat it out of you" I said looking over to the two guys that drug him in. 

"What do you wanna know?" He asked cooperating. 

"Where is the money you owe Fish Mooney?" I asked. He quickly started talking.

"Like I told you guys before, I haven't got your money. I still haven't been paid for working yet," He claimed. I nodded. Fish stepped in.

"This clearly isn't working," she said. Butch pulled her back.

"Just wait," he said and Fish stepped back and let me do my thing.

"You believe me?" he asked in a cry voice.

"Well... I would, but clearly, you have been paid," I said. He shook his head.

"You're wearing a new suit, you haven't taken the tags off yet so you can get a refund afterward. That looks like a new hair cut and the liquor on your breath goes for a few hundred dollars a glass," his eyes widened.

"So, I'm gonna ask you again. Where is Miss Mooney's money?" I asked in a stern voice. He huffed but wasn't willing to talk.

"Check his suit," I said. The two guards checked him finding a piece of paper.

"A receipt," he said, handing it to Miss Mooney. She unrolled it and looked at the dollar amount. 

"Good work Charlie" she said. 

"Strip him and beat him. Butch, take this and the suit and get my money" she said. The man in the suit began to cry again as the two men snatched him up and took him out. Miss Mooney pulled me aside.

"How'd you do it?" She asked

"The haircut was obvious and so was the fact that he was drunk. I just point out the obvious and they tell me the rest," I said.

"But how did you know the liquor was expensive or he had the receipt was on him?" She questioned.

"Um... The liquor was a good guess and the suit was expensive, and if he was skipping out on paying you he was a cheapskate the suit was to temporarily impress someone. Not you of course," I pointed out. 

"Who was he trying to impress?" she asked. 

"I don't know, It's not magic, just logic," I said. She tried to hide it but she was impressed.