The blonde man turned around and nodded. “Yeah, what’s it to you?”
Johnny kept a hand on him and pulled out his badge. “I have some questions for you.”
Bleach tensed and tried to pull away. “Listen man, I don’t know who you think you are, but I know my rights as a citizen or whatever and you don’t have a reason to arrest me!”
"Not arresting you. I just wanna talk. Downtown."
He tried to yank away. “What for? Can’t I come to a funeral and pay my respects without being questioned.”
"You knew the deceased. Need you to answer questions. Please?"
"…fine…" He agreed reluctantly, huffing a bit.
Johnny escorted him outside and to his car, making sure it was all secure.
Cristina shuffled over to Johnny when he came back outside. “And?”
"I got him. We’re going to talk. Right?"he looked at Bleach.
Bleach shrugged. “Yeah, but I ain’t got nothing to hide.”
Cristina rolled her eyes at the man. “Yeah sure. Anyway, what are you gonna ask him?”
Johnny looked at Bleach. “Just the usual questions. I’ll talk to you later Cristina. Call me if something happens.”he escorted Bleach into his car and began to drive towards the FBI headquarters.
Cristina smiled a little and nodded at Johnny. “Can do…thanks, Johnny.”
Johnny gave her a smile. “Welcome.”
Bleach sat impatiently in the back of the car, huffing and groaning. “I didn’t do anything this time!”
Johnny rolled his eyes and got in the car. He got Bleach to the headquarters and into an interrogation room. “So Bleach. What’s your real name?”