Badd sighed, putting the final dish into the cupboard.

"I don't know. He usually kept it in the house, we're not exactly an army base here, but he was out practicing with it the night before he died. Brought the helmet into court with him in a box but that's all I've got left." Practicing breaking and entry, technically, but Novoc didn't need to know that. Would probably tarnish his memory or some shit like that, he didn't know how the Mandos looked at vigilantism.

"There was a secret cache where he kept stuff he wanted private. He was a lawyer, a lot of them have secret compartments under the floorboards or whatever. I'd guess it was there. Problem is, he moved it the night before, we thought we might have had some kind of leak." There was a soft click as the lollipop knocked against Badd's teeth. He turned it over in his mouth a few times before the self-hatred fell again from a rolling boil. "I didn't ask. Assumed he'd tell me later. We had a case, we were busy."

God. They'd had years to talk and he'd missed so much.