The lighter haired man stuck up his chin and placed a hand on his chest dramatically. "I'm insulted. Do you think you'd be here if I gave bad information? It may Bea dead end, but I didn't lie. It's just a misstep somewhere in the clues." He waved a hand dismissively.

"And you say it's a one truck pony. As if crime will stop because the place finally has someone good in charge. Try me and be amazed. I hear a lot and pick up a lot." He smiled brightly. "I gave you some information. Follow it up, consider it a gift. And come back when you're satisfied I'm not messing with you?"