Re: Marvel, SVS office→Staten Island: Louis D & Cris M
Louis knew that he and his sister felt like an anachronism once people had met them both. Short, blonde and Jersey - tall, blonde, and Scottish. He knew now that Cris and Sam had met one another after the minor fiasco at his apartment, and any questions about these inconsistencies were expected. He flickered on those thoughts when he caught the long casual sweep, and he wondered if Sam had said something to him, or if it was just the concern of a partner. Hard to say.
His own coffee was doctored with a little sugar and no cream, but he had left Cris' black, a few packets of sugar in his pocket, just in case.
"Someone who knew he had been in to talk to us, most likely," Louis mused. "He had no reputation for this sort of behavior, not publicly. No reason for anyone else to suspect unless they were a direct witness, and he was alone in the apartment with the girl." Matthews' name wasn't in the papers yet because there wasn't yet enough to charge him - or there hadn't been enough. Now there would be no real justice for the girl or her parents, and the thought chafed him as it had a few dozen other times before. Now they had to get justice for her rapist. "Let's hope it wasn't one of the parents," he said, as he stepped outside, just behind Cris. It was beginning to get cold in the mornings, and he still had his black coat buttoned to the neck and his slate blue scarf tucked inside the collar. "The last thing that child needs now is to lose one of them."