“Donated it to a little old woman who obviously needed it more than you.” Cisco lied, knowing there was something up with that wheelchair and had it locked away so he could examine it more closely when he had the free time. “Why do you want it, anyway?”
“Which little old woman? There are hundreds in this city.”
“Oh, I don’t know. It was a few months ago now. I know for a fact that she needed it more than you.” Cisco said, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall behind the man. “Why do you need the wheelchair?”
