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''Hello Sir, my name is Claire Williams, I am one of the people doing the cases you spoke of. May I know your name and see your badge? Please.''

Jackal turned to study the officer. It was Madame Trench-coat. He engraved her features into his memory before speaking.
Knowing the phoney badge wouldn't work a second time he decided to change the story slightly.
"Ah... Sorry about that... Umm... I think... Jane misherd me... I'm a private journalist! ...Who is investigating the murder cases that been springing up around these parts..."
That part of the truth just wasn't going to cut it, so he added a little more, "Investigating in regards to the fact that they are remarkably similar to a case I reported on a little while ago, I'd like to find out more about this new case and compare it to the one I referred to... I have no badge."
Jackal put on an apologetic grin, and scratched his head. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the woman at the desk prepare to object, and ruin his chance, and depending on how uptight the station was, would get him prosecuted under that shitty fraud act passed a few years ago for attempting to gain access to information under a false identity.
"Sorry, Officer Williams, I'd really like to talk to you about the case, but I really don't like police stations, they make me feel like I'm in trouble for something... Could we go and talk somewhere else? Like a coffee shop or something?"
Jackal, edged towards the door, still facing the officer, and raised his left arm in the direction of the door almost pleadingly.