"I'm here to speak with Inspector Grosky," Layton told the policeman at the front desk. He had come alone, because Desmond was too tired for any more travelling, and Flora had talking him into Christmas decorating with her.
"I think you mean Detective Inspector Grosky. He was promoted about a year ago. I'll let him know you're here to see him," The bobby left swiftly.
As Layton waited, he sighed. If anyone could do anything about this situation, it would be Grosky.
It wasn't long until Grosky sped into the lobby, taking Layton by surprise.
"Detective Inspector Grosky! Congrats on your promotion," Layton greeted.
"Congratulations to you, also, Layton! Chelmey told me you've off and gotten married! It's been a long time. What brings you to the Yard?" Grosky crossed him arms out of habit when asking a question, even though he wasn't interrogating Layton.
"Well... I think this would be best discussed in private."
"All right. To my office, then," Grosky led the way down a hall to a familiar room. Once they reached the door, Layton remembered it to be Bloom's office. As Grosky opened the door, however, it was not as tidy as it had once been.
"Don't mind the mess. Every time I come storming out of here, there's a bit of a tornado! Hahaha!" Grosky laughed. "Have a seat."
Layton made his way through and around the papers scattered across the floor to the seat in front of Grosky's desk. They both sat down, Grosky sitting behind his desk, shoving a stack of dishevelled papers out of the way so that he could see Layton.
"I wanted to talk to you about the arrest of Leon Bronev. I have reason to believe that Targent may still be around."
"What?!" Grosky exclaimed, sitting up in his chair straighter. "What makes you think that, Layton?"
"Well... It's rather complicated. Desmond Sycamore came to me, severely injured, four weeks ago. He told me it was all Targent's doing, but it wasn't to get information. They were trying to kill him. He escaped before they were able to end his life, but he told me that they were coming not only for him but me too... That's all he can remember."
"Hmm..." Grosky put a hand to his chin, leaning back in his chair. "I suppose it could have something to do with the case you were both investigating together. I'm afraid I would need more evidence before the Yard will allow me to take on your case. However, I will tell you what I know about Bronev's arrest. After I arrested Bronev and everything was taken care of in Froenborg, I made my way to Targent's hideout, where my most trusted troops were. It is possible that some Targent scum escaped... but I would have no idea what their names would be, or where they are now. You might try questioning Bronev. He is currently in a prison on the outskirts of London. I would come with you, but I'm packed with responsibilities right now. However, if you obtain any sound proof about Targent still existing, you can count me in, Layton!"
"Thank you, Inspector— Ah, I mean, Detective Inspector Grosky," Layton corrected himself.
"Hah! Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" Grosky glanced at the clock on the wall and stood up. "I'd best be off. Just let me know if there's anything I can do! Grosky out!"
As Grosky darted out of his office, Layton held onto his hat while the papers around the office scattered everywhere in the air. After the rush of wind had calmed, the papers slowly floated back down to the ground.
Hershel stood still, pondering Grosky's words. "I suppose it's time Desmond and I pay Bronev a visit..."