Darnies kept his eyes on the Detective both when he mentioned the fight, and when he brought up Eric Grayson. When he said that he thought Darnies could help him find the killer, however, the boy tensed; somewhere in the back of his mind, he hoped that the Detective didn't notice that all of Paradise's regulars suddenly got quieter after it was said, and stayed quieter up until the man's sudden phonecall was over. He was positive that he didn't react enough to the man telling him that silver bullets did the deed, because his mind was still stuck on, [i]"I think you can help me find his killer."[/i]

"Listen," Darnies spoke up once the Detective had gotten his questions out. "It was like you said, Gray was a good guy, and everyone liked him. He didn't have any beef with anyone in the building, he didn't go looking for trouble. Hell, the guy manned the grill at every rooftop cookout the building had; he could grill an imitation steak for him and Chasa just as well as he could a real one. The guy was a saint, and he's still dead," his eyes were colder when he met the Detective's again. "So, tell me why I should get any more involved in this than talking to you in the first place. And while you're at it, who the hell told you I could help you at all in the first place?"

Darnies knew that there were other Beings in the apartment building, whether the Hunters did or not. He also knew that if any of them gave the Detective his name for anything other than routine questioning, the next rooftop cookout was going to be charged with even more negative emotion than it already will be with the loss of Eric Grayson.