Re: Marvel, SVS office→Staten Island: Louis D & Cris M
The chip of colorless coldness didn't pass unseen, and now Cris glanced over at his partner. He hadn't heard that edge before, flat, vicious, something hidden, buried, and he lifted his chin as he drove, curious about the removal of a mask. The man, Micah, had done something, and Cris could only guess what, something earning that ire from the otherwise perfectly polite Louis, something to Sam that had her family bullrushing to her side. And he did. Guess, I mean. A hundred scenarios and Elena would have told Louis that that was her husband's specialty, cooking up ideas of what happened where, with who. She would have said he was creative too, like that was his outlet, but—gracias a Dios—she wasn't here, and no one outed the man with his hands on the wheel.
"You wanna tell me what I woulda found?" It wasn't subtle. Cris could do subtle if he had to, but it didn't come natural to him. He was a direct kinda guy. Get him in a room with a suspect and that might change, situationally, but, as himself, in the car with his new partner, with concern for Sam that was likely very evident on his face, he asked open. "You think this guy's going to come for your sister again?"
And that was some distancing, wasn't it? 'Your sister,' but for all his straightforwardness, Cris wasn't ready to admit to Louis that he'd had sex with the man's little sister. That was a conversation to be had when they were both a couple drinks in.