Mateo bit back a soft growl. Great. More people poking him, when all he wanted to do was go home and sleep. Preferably cuddled up with Chloe. He nodded, though, kissing Chloe back softly. "Yeah, I'll call you when I'm on my way home," he promised.
"Well, that's settled then," Mrs Rodriguez said briskly. "Chloe, we'll see you later. Detective Richards, thank you for your help in there." She smiled at Jason, sliding her arm around her son's shoulders. "Come on, mijo. Let's get you checked out." She led her son away, murmuring to him in Spanish as she did so. It was a sign of just how shitty he was feeling that he didn't even complain as his dad took his car keys, heading for his truck as his mom steered him towards his parents' car.