Ben quietly smoked his pipe and looked away.

Noah was aghast. "What?! Fuck you! You can't handcuff me! I didn't do owt! Fuck you, you bastard!"

Elijah looked at him with a frown. "Please, if you know someone who might know something.."

Wesley immediately caught a piece of paper that fell off the pile and placed it on top. "Oh I believe I just did. I can't have you leaving and making a fool of me when I am just trying to help you. You claimed you had no injuries so we will have a professional agree. But if you aren't here when I come back that will make me look bad and it won't help your case."

Elijah didn't know, then? He had suggested he did when they had had that argument. Well, Ben wasn't saying anything. Sometimes Elijah being a constable was very inconvenient. He took a long draw and blew out the smoke slowly. "I don't know anything..." he said, looking out of the window.

"I don't have a case! I never made any report!" Noah shouted. He lifted his foot and stepped on the candle from above, so that he instantly extinguished it.

Elijah frowned more. He looked away. " Fine. I always have tried my best to trust you."

Wesley sighed. "You are being difficult. It's people like you that lets crime run rampant." He walked over and leaned in to look and him eye to eye. "You really must want to get on my bad side. Really itching to live in a jail cell for the rest of your life aren't you?"

That struck a cord. Ben looked down, still angry, but conflicted. "You know I trust ye, Elijah... But ye'r also a constable..."

When the man got close to him, Noah spat in his face.