@detectivekidd, call.
he does that thing that you’re not supposed to do—that crouching thing, that almost-haunch, palms shuffled to a spot just above the knees and elbows turned slightly outward to lend an extra layer of condescension—when you’re talking to children wise enough to cut through the bullshit. it’s uncool, right?, to make kids feel small. lesley knows better.
so given that he’s not a kid.
‘ you are in plain view of your suspect. ’ he redirects detective’s focus their way with an angled chop of his palm through the air. ‘ i don’t know how wide you think this plant is. ’











