Harry looked at the two men standing in front of him in suits.

"FBI, really?" His voice sceptical.

They exchanged glances and both reached into their shirts, pulling out their badges, "Here's some identification." The shorter man said. Harry looked at the badges and smiled.

"You know those are fake right?"

They briefly looked shocked, but recovered quickly. "Of course they're not." The taller one's voice was earnest. Harry laughed again.

"Of course, I'm sorry agents." Harry was smirking, "How can I help you?"

The taller one eyes flickered to meet the other 'agents' eyes, and deciding that this was better than nothing, he cleared his throat. "We were wondering if you could tell us about your neighbour, Mr. Scikes and if anything strange happened before his death.