Re: Marvel, SVS office→Staten Island: Louis D & Cris M
"Some people clam up. Don't wanna tell anyone. Ashamed, all that. Others, not so much. Could be these parents thought everyone in the family should know. Could've brought someone out, maybe someone he's hurt in the past." Cris speculated as he crossed the small lot with Louis, shoes clicking smartly on the frozen tarmac. Maybe it was telling, but a crime like this, retaliation, didn't surprise or alarm the detective; he wasn't jaded, but he wasn't surprised. He'd worked enough of these cases to know emotions almost always came first, and that nearly every parent wished they could so something like this to the person that hurt their kid, they just had enough control not to.—Cris sighed as he opened the door to the black SUV, slotting the coffee immediately into the cup holder and turning over the engine, key in the ignition.
He adjusted the mirrors, all of it, quiet while he did so. He tugged too at the scarf wound around his throat, loosening it for the not-inconsiderable drive.
"So I looked up your friend Micah," began the man, an air of casualness there, unbothered by the bump of tires over rough curb. Cris didn't bother to look sideways at the man in the passenger seat. He frowned a little, eyes on the bumper of the car in front of them. "Nada. If he has a record, it's not here."