Faolan has done some consultation work with the police before, but he generally works in the field, and not to mention he hardly works on every case. It's no wonder that they haven't met each other before. He's got a few particular liaisons on the force, after all, but he's hardly on their payroll. Strictly volunteer business, and volunteer work doesn't pay the bills. It's why he's a private investigator on the side. It's why he takes cases like the one he was on this evening, before everything went to shit.

He glances at the gun, gives the other man a look -- he's not going to shoot him, not if he doesn't want to die himself -- before raising a hand to his lips in a clear, 'be quiet,' sort of gesture. "Shut up and listen to me. If you don't stop yelling then we're both going to end up dead," he whispers at the other man furiously. "Listen to me very carefully. Listen." He continues to disregard the gun pointed at him. "When I say run, you run like hell. Otherwise it's coming after you instead, and while that would be very convenient for me, there would be a lot of questions after that little call of yours and I really don't want to clean up after this. So just listen, yeah?"