‘ scuse me, Nick? I’m detective O’Neil with the New York Police Department would you mind coming with me and answerin’ a few questions? ’
Nick tilts his head back slightly, looking down at the detective with an intimating frown. Thoughts fall to the handgun he has strapped against his torso; Nick very well could end this before it begins... But soon realizes that wouldn’t be a smart move, considering the very public setting that the two were occupying.
A defeated sigh. Ringed fingers rub against his face in an attempt to pull the boiling stress away from himself.
“Yeah, sure. Don’t think I’ve got much of a choice. What’s this about?”














