[b]Finch[/b]

The search through the bookstore had yielded some results, as one would expect of a small place like this. It would do for some light reading late at night, or at least that was what he thought to himself as he paid for the book. Action, some romance, nothing particularly outstanding but nonetheless fun. What could he say, he was a bit of a sucker for the classics? 

Exiting the building, he mused over what to do as he walked along the sidewalk. Maybe a trip to a cafe? He could use a drink. Or going to a food stand he supposed. Finch could always placate himself with the thought that he was supporting local businesses. Not that that actually meant much, since he would just as easily buy something expensive and imported when he wanted to treat himself. 

Eh, he was a criminal. He could do whatever he wanted at the end of the day. 

The echoing voice distracted him from his walking, with the mention of a Snapper. Of course he knew what that was, and under normal circumstances he would have no reason to ever go near there. But he was in a good mood and he was nearby. Might as well watch the pseduo-zoo show for however long it lasted. 

Book in hand, he turned and headed over to Central Park. With the good day out it looked beautiful, and he didn't have to try hard to find the Snapper. It was both the place where lots of people were moving away, and where there was simultaneously people hanging around and watching whatever happened next. To be fair he did the same thing as he walked towards the site of the disturbance. Hopefully this would make for something fun in his afternoon.