Yes, as much suspension of disbelief at that being plausible. 
( chapter 4, part 1… )
Chapter 4: After The Dawn
It was nearer to mid-day, around ten-forty, once Chief Detective Gregory Fonda had entered the precinct and detainee interview room where Hobo Ben was being held indefinitely.
Gregory Fonda levelled his eyes with grim observation at the homeless man sitting across from himself. The only sound coming from the man opposite him was the gulping of water from a styrofoam cup and the slight whirring from the tape recorder between them.
With a finality of a last gulp, Hobo Ben placed the half empty cup down and looked over at what he assumed to be the officer in charge of his interrogation. He had sensed the commanding aura from this broad and grizzled man, possibly a detective, Hobo Ben knew the look and type. He was no fool, the police were in the right to question him after confiscating the gun and detaining him. Hobo Ben knew he was possibly in trouble, but unfortunately for him, he did not seem to grasp how much trouble he was in at that moment.
Chief Detective Gregory Fonda let his broad shoulders slump down slightly, his frame of his back leaning in slightly as he took the initiative and opened his mouth to talk first.
“So, who are you exactly?” Gregory Fonda asked in an authoritarian and concise tone of voice, breaking the few minutes of silence that had transpired between the two men since he had entered the room.
“Benjamin Swift, but most call me Hobo Ben, sir,” responded Hobo Ben with a faint familiarity of jovial gruffness in his voice.
Chief Detective Fonda took a mental note of the reply before he continued his questioning of Hobo Ben.
“And where exactly did you find the gun?” he asked, knowing full well that it was already being tested by Ballistics in the building’s lab.
“Like I told the lady officer out front, just nearby my alleyway,” Hobo Ben said in reply, a slight grimace upon his hard-broiled face as slight irritation from distress be-speckled his wrinkled brow.
( to be continued… )
