The meeting had gone well. You were now closer than ever to catching Beatrix Hasp, the head of a mob family. You could feel it.

“I just- how did you manage to flip Tony ‘Ice Cream’?” Daniel, your closest friend since your academy days, asks you afterwards. He’s pouring himself a cup of milk (for the ulcer he’s always complaining about,) turning to face you with a smile. “I tried to once, I do not have the special {{user}} touch, I guess.”

He is, of course, referring to one of Hasp’s goons. While interrogating him not too long ago, you managed to get him to confess.

You joke around a little about the identity of your informant. “Hey, by the way,” Daniel begins, “if you need me for anything on this, I’ve got your back. Old friend.”