kirby-oconnor
Stalkers. Killian had dealt with those more than he cared to admit, and his newest client had no different case this around. It was always infidelity, stalkers, or suspicions of the two. The details of the case were vague but K had worked with less and it didn’t take him too long to find the suspicious man lounging neat the client’s apartment. He seemed oblivious, and Killian tapped his shoulder casually to announce his presence. “No, your chewing is just fine.” Was there even such a thing as loud chewing? “Are you planning on buying an apartment in this complex? I’ve seen you hanging around a few times more than necessary.” The lady he worked for, old, senile type, certainly seemed to think he was out to get her. K couldn’t see the appeal; The guy looked well off and not manic in any way. Besides, who in their right mind would stalk an old lady when they were, apparently, young and fit enough to find someone their own age? Oh the humanity. Maybe it was for some sort of revenge. “Besides, it’s way too early. Wouldn’t it be better to eat breakfast at home?”
he can’t afford to get his ass busted by... just as he turns about the agent has to stop himself in his tracks. his sense of suspicion arouse. he’s not a new face, this guy. it’s not his intent to gauge but gabe’s as a convinced as all the plump-sized crooks at the bureau that this grim looking young man has popped up on the board at least twice. while he’s infact undercover he wants to pop a bluebook open just to make sure he wasn’t a specifically bothersome person of interest. “yes, actually. i’ve been planning to move because i don’t think i’ll be able to handle those asswipes in my apartment no more. try livin’ with a buncha’o’ dicks that can’t shut it when they have to go blast themselves off.” gabe smiles. this guy’s suspicious. he can tell by the questions. playing hero now? “same reason. plus i could use some air. it’s been a tight summer, right?”
