That was probably one of the dumbest things Barnaby had ever heard, and it showed in the flat, unimpressed look he gave Kotetsu. Even so, his partner had gone this far in investigating the marbles, and there weren't any witnesses. They may as well get their little experiment over with.

After bringing his hands onto the wheels, Barnaby began to move his chair away from the desk and closer to the side of the bed. "That would probably be best," he agreed with a nod.

Once he locked the wheelchair into place, Barnaby gripped onto the arm rests and tried to push himself up enough to shift onto the bed. Pain lanced through the wounds in his thighs, and his face tightened with the effort.