He rolled his eyes, he wished they could at least learn new insults. He put his head down to work and would only bother them if it was important.

Noah shrugged, but he did shut up.

Relief beyond imagination. "There we go. That wasn't hard, was it?" Anthony said in a deliberately mocking tone, as if talking to a small child.

"Why don't you shut up?" Noah daid, and he made a rude gesture.

"Because I'm smarter than you," Anthony explained. "you're a moron, though, so you should just be quiet and spare everyone the headaches. Okay?"

Wesley put on his coat after being tired of listening to them. He grabbed some papers and walked towards the cell. "Mister Rowe, you want to make my job easier and list anyone you might have been seen with so I can see if they have an alibi?"

Noah rolled his eyes at Anthony. He wanted to respond, but Wesley interrupted. He hid a smirk and started pacing again.

Anthony glanced towards Wesley as the man addressed him. "No," he said. It's not like he hangs out with people whose names he knows.

Wesley sighed heavily and held out a paper towards Anthony. "Then just sign here. An X, a scribble, whatever you wish to be your signature. It's a very vague apology letter to that priest so that you can leave. I figured you couldn't be bothered to rub two brain cells together to come up with one yourself and I'm, frankly, rather tired of hearing you both argue. I want you out."

That had Noah's attention. He turned around. "What do you mean, he can leave?!"