It was early in the morning, though not yet light. Oswald tapped his fingers on his leg a few times, eyes shifting down the hall now and then. It was quiet. Not unusual; this time of night was typically the end of business hours for a place like this.

When the door pulled open, he let out a small breath of relief. Good; they were home. He nodded his head in a brief greeting, though he didn’t waste his breath on wording one. Instead, he got straight to the point.

“I need an alibi,” he murmured calmly. It wouldn’t be unbelievable to think he’d been in a place like this. It was a well-known vice by now. He shifted, pulling out his wallet. “Preferably all night.”