Re: Alley Pond Park, Queens: Cerise & Clem & Cris
[It was a long way down from Manhattan, even with sirens moving some traffic to the side. Nearly 30 minutes from the moment of dispatch to when tires crunched curb, but Cris didn't feel bad about it. He didn't know why SVU was called. He didn't have any details, really, besides female, homicide, and 'young.' No race, no nothing. So either the body was decayed or gored beyond recognition, or something else (like locusts? Haha). But if they couldn't so much as tell race, he didn't know how they figured SVU was needed. But, they'd tell him, right?
Day one back on the job, and he was without his partner. Back in shirt and tie, badge on his hip, and jacket gray-black and soaking sun over his shoulders, and even his shoes shined as he traced over grass, threading toward the acrid smella burnt flesh, and there was his explanation for lacka race and age ID.—It was hot, and Cris tugged on his collar idly, tucking sunglasses away, drawing up to the two women near the blanket that covered their victim.—He didn't recognize eithera them, but that wasn't surprising. Stone, he knew was the other detective's name. But, the firefighter? No.] Sorry 'bout the wait. [His eyebrows rose and fell.] Detective Cris Martin, [he held his hand out, first to the detective next to him, then the woman in blues. His accent, to those with an ear for such, was all Bronx, sitting high on the backa the tongue like Spanish always did.] Manhattan SVU.