"Didn't you hear me? I said they made their point," Numbers snaps at Arthur, raising his voice. He hopes Arthur can feel Numbers glaring at him, straining with all his might not to say 'Shut the fuck up!' Wasn't this guy a private investigator? Hadn't he dealt with the police before?

"Well, Dr. Pollock? Do you plan on pressing charges? I can certainly say that we--" He gestures broadly to himself with his free hand, then to Arthur. "--understand what you're trying to say here. Isn't that right, Arthur?"

He clasps his hand on Arthur's shoulder, gripping it a little too tightly. Digging his nails into Arthur's clothes.