"With an A not an E." Bobby could smell the mixture of alcohol, urine, and vomit on the witness peaked at the notepad being written to it, a weaker stomach would have turned in disgust, but Bobby stood still unaffected by the scents.
"My apologizes Tarry. So tell me again where you were during the shooting?" The homeless man stepped back, scratching his greasy red hair, as if it might help the thought process more as Bobby just smiled gently not yelling or demanding the man to be faster.
"I was down there, by that dumpster. It has silk fabrics sometimes from that store, see it? With the dummies wearing those red hats?"
"I see it. Silk most be nice huh Tarry?"
"Not really, I rather they threw wool or leather in there, better protection against the cold."
"Tarry why don't you come me with and my partner to the station, we'll get your statement there and perhaps I can see what I can do about you a jacket." For a moment Bobby thought he was going to be hugged, for just a possibility of a jacket.