Re: [Police Station: Evie, Sparrow, and the Sheriff]
[The Sheriff was a real detail-oriented guy. He wouldn'tna made it as far as he had in his job if he wasn't, huh? But, he was too caught up in everything to notice the other styrofoam cups standing sentinel on his desk when he passed that coffee over. It was better than the usual instant, 'cause somebody thought a worried mother deserved at least French pressed stuff. The aroma of it filled the small, bland office, heady and warm, and it was nice. Thick. And even if it wasn't enough to blot out the faux pas-a calling the woman with the ringlets by her name—by the name he knew her as—well, it was still nice. He wasn't even a coffee drinker by nature, huh? Nah, he liked his energy drinks in thin-tin, but the cold made him a lil less discerning, and in the backa his mind, Cris decided he'd check in on Sam soon and see if he couldn't get something to drink then.
As it was, for now, he sat. Sparrow thanked him and he just nodded at her, eyes traveling over the cream curves of her face with curiosity barely buried beneath the black dirta pupils. He held his bottom lip beneath the top linea his teeth, shifting that gravedigger's gaze to Evelyn. He sat forward, propelling the chair until he got elbows wide on the busy toppa his desk.—He followed the woman's eyes as she looked at that booklet, turned it—it was almost like following that traina her thought, huh? 'Cause he almost knew 'xactly was coming next, before the words crowded and jumped from the cliffa her lips. Cris tried an encouraging smile, leaning even more over the desk, like proximity would help her believe he meant it. (And he did.)] I already gave everybody down there a descriptiona his clothes. Listen, I know you must be feelin' a lotta things right now. If you wanna go home and rest, you can. I'll have my phone on me always, if you need anythin', just one call away, huh? [He shifted, laced his fingers together.] If you wanna stay here, you can. My girl and my apartment's upstairs—you can bring your daughter over. I got toysa my daughter's, her room, and there's a spare bed in the office. It might be a lil more private than down here, if you need some quiet. 'S'long as you don't mind the smella paint. [A brief, tight smile. He looked at Sparrow.] You're welcome to go up too, course. I think it's good if you stay together. Next time I come back from the school, I can bring somea the food the guy from the diner's dolin' out to the volunteers.
[He unfolded his hands for a half-second, just to drag his thumb 'long his bottom lip.] I know nonea this is what you wanna hear, but I'm still confident that we're gonna find your boy. We just need a lil more time.