“Harvey! You’ll suffer a horrible death for this!” the inspector roared, his tone fierce but desperate.

“You wouldn’t be able to see that, though.”

Harvey tapped the inspector’s face while adjusting his collar, then fearlessly pulled out the ID in the latter’s pocket.

“Freddie Robbins? What a lame name.”

Harvey played around with the ID.

“I have other peculiar hobbies aside from having a lot of money, Inspector Freddie.

“I help people decorate houses. Would you be in need of that service?