“Constable Crane,” he answered offhandedly.

He was the only one he recognized there, what with most of the inhabitants being either too high class to be dumping money on a less experienced private eye, or not moneyed enough to throw coin at ‘maybe’s.

“Good man. Tidy.” He had no fucking clue if Constable Crane had ever so much as picked up litter, but it was far from his first white lie. “But truly – the less attention we draw, the better.”