and if she’s wrong, he’ll be the one cleaning up whatever mess is left behind. it happens : sometimes the intel is bad. sometimes it leads to a dead end, or a goose chase, or another body. taking someone else’s word during a murder investigation is always a calculated risk — the difference here is, she’s never steered him astray before. trust is a rare commodity.
he’s a tide of visible reluctance and resignation, shoulders tense, almost buzzed with the kind of restless energy that doesn’t usually present unless he’s tweaking.
or unless the department is applying pressure.
‘ ––––––– do your thing, mamacita. soon as you know anything, you gimme a call, alright ? back - up, warrants, whatever you need. don’t fuck it up. ’