3 I Hope You're Ready

As James and Arthur walk up the main straight of New York, the thoughts of Arthur being a serial killer rush through James's head, how he has to give very minimal information and how he had to leave his wedding ring in his desk drawer back at the precinct to keep his wife safe from the psychopath walking next to him.

"So, why do you like photography?" Arthur questions, trying to clear away the awkwardness between him and James. Which was a lot since he scared the man into falling off a dock.

"I... I like it because of the quick moments you can capture, and when it goes to print, I can say I took that." James replies with a fake shaky tone, doing his best with staying in character.

"I see, but why do you use film? I mean isn't digital better?" Arthur asks looking around and spotting a camera store ahead of them.

"It gives a sharper photo, yes with digital you can zoom in on certain aspects but film just feels better, for me personally anyway." James being truthful this time, since he does prefer to use film when scoping out a suspect, "but for the first interview I'll just use my phone to record the audio, you can buy me a camera later. I want to start this story off right." He continues to explain, walking away from the camera store and keeping the suspect on his toes.

"Okay then, I parked in a lay-by just up the road." Arthur explains pointing at the green car in the distance, "It's a 1948 Porsche 356, in Auratium Green." Arthur defines the Porsche as the two get closer to the pristine car.

"It's beautiful, I prefer a muscle car myself." James answers, pointing at the blue car further up the road in a different lay-by, "She's a 1993 Ford Mustang SVT Cobra R, in Bright Calypso with gunmetal grey, American Racing Salt flat wheels. She's my pride and joy!" James explains with fake excitement, since the car is actually from the impound lot and he hates the colour that it is in.

"She is an acquired taste, my friend, she really is." Arthur replies, trying not to be offensive about the car, and then unlocks his Porsche to climb in, "Just follow me and we will head on up to the place where I store my collection."

"Absolutely, my boss is going to love this." James answers and paces up the road to his 'borrowed' Mustang and clicks the aftermarket key fob to unlock the car. James starts his car to hear the V8 roar into life and puts the car into gear to follow Arthur out of the main straight and onto the roads out of the city.

"Hey Siri, call Captain Connors." James orders his phone that is placed in the cupholder.

"Calling Captain Connors," Siri answers in an Irish accent and James's iPhone screen lights up to dial the Captain.

"This is Captain David Connors. How can I help?" Captain Connors asks politely, thinking it could be anyone calling his office.

"Connors, it's James. Can I just say, you have never been that calm in years." James answers with a slightly cocky tone, forgetting for a moment he is going with a serial killer back to the place he stores his 'collection'.

"What do you have for me Silver?" Connors questions letting the comment fly over his head.

"Right, sorry. I am going with Mr Barnes back to the place he stores his 'collection', If he tries anything I will disarm him." James explains his current situation and turns left to follow Arthur up a twisty, woodland road.

"James, in what way do you mean 'disarm'?" Connors asked with a curious tone and remembered James's past case files.

"In any way that seems fit, in the situation, I am placed into." James answers thinking back to when he spiral fractured both of a suspect's arms, "I'm coming up the drive of Mr Barnes establishment, I will update you later." He explains and hangs up the phone before Arthur could see that he was on a call to someone.

"WELCOME TO THE COLLECTION!" Arthur shouts with real excitement and turns to open the main garage door with a click of a button.

"One key to open the door, this could be hard to investigate later." James mumbles under his breath as he turns off the Mustang and exits the driver's seat, to close the door.

"Come on in... none of the cars bite." Arthur explains with a slurred tone and a small, creepy grin while expanding his arms to suggest the mass of cars in the garage.

"I'm not scared. I'm buzzed to start this interview with you and look at the collection you have." James answers, walking towards the great garage with dim, flickering lighting and dark liquid patches on the floor, that James hopes to be oil and not blood.

"I hope you are ready?" Arthur questions still with a slurred tone and the creepy grin.

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