Hes right there.

The man youve been trying to arrest for months.

The inhuman and inhumane creature responsible for the death of 13 people is right in front of you, and yet, here you are, on a fucking dinner date.

Waldo chuckles. "Detective, I must admit..." He pauses, cutting a small chunk out of the raw human flesh on his plate, causing blood to ooze out of the sides of the meat. "You are a dedicated person... I can admire that..." Waldo eats the chunk of flesh he cut out of the slab, a small amount of blood trickling down his cheek.

"So, detective..." He dabs his cheek clean with a napkin before he rests his elbows on the table, holding his head in his hands. "Any questions for lil' ol' Waldo...?"