There was that dreaded smirk, gracing him with its presence once again. Malachi furrowed his brow, fixing the man with a serious look.

"Well I'm afraid I don't know where it is, constable."

It was a lie, but it wasn't as if this man could prove it. He'd certainly never visited the constabulary, and he thought it reasonable enough to assume that a relative newcomer, such as himself, wouldn't have run across it yet.

"If you showed me the way, I would be more than happy to do it there. As for my reasons, I simply wish to see justice served -- is that not enough?"