 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Blue eyes shifted from one person to the next. One of them he recognized from his department. Considering he had only seen her at a meeting, he had no idea what her name was or even which division she worked in. Regardless, Frankie knew that she was clean. Though it was quite a coincidence that they happened to bump into each other in a tattoo parlour of all places. Not that he cared to delve into that further when there was a criminal to be caught.
Naturally, his gaze then honed on the first to speak, who Frankie recognized from the music shop from one of his visits years ago. The blond gave the man a simple nod of his head. He was certain everything in the shop was legitimate, but he'd check in on what the guy was doing outside of his shop just to cover his bases.
He would be doing that later though. Eyes then turned on who he presumed to be the owner of the establishment. He nodded his head again. "More than likely a street vendor, yes," the Auror confirmed before his brow rose at the mention of someone that looked sketchy. "Could you describe the guy for me please? Whereabouts on the street did you see him? Do you recall what he was selling?"
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