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It wasn't uncommon for the detective to find himself in the lower district. Some called it the home of the city's seedy underbelly- sex workers, drug dealers, petty criminals. A neighbourhood of real hard knocks. A real shitty dump, if you asked some. Others saw it as a place to make a living. He had decided to make an unprompted welfare check on one of his ex-informants when, upon leaving, he spotted a kid in a hooded jacket being followed by a shadowy figure down a side alley. The cop in him told him to check it out so he crossed the street and stealthily entered the alley. He sighed when he saw the kid on his knees on front of the other man, sucking him off hastily. The guy called out angrily once he noticed he had been spotted but fled when Dyson flashed his badge. The kid tried to make a run for it too but tripped over a pallet and went head over into a like of garbage bags. "Come on, get up." He pulled him up by his arm and got him standing.
"Fuck." Murphy sighed, getting his feet under himself and rubbing the back of his hand under his nose and over his mouth as he pulled it back again, "Think I can persuade you to not bring me in? No money actually changed hands." He worked his tongue around his mouth and spat on the ground near them, "Which means I just wasted some of my best work on him for nothing. I needed that fifty bucks for groceries."
The kid was no amateur since he was right about one thing. No money was changed hands so he couldn't legally get him on prostitution. The worst he could do for the kid for would be public lewdness. A simple Class B misdemeanor. And really, more hassle than anything considering the paperwork. He rubbed his beard and sighed. He was even too tired to give a shit. "Go on," he said to him, letting go of his arm so he could walk off. Just as the kid turned away to wall off, he spotted a wallet on the ground and picked it up. It belonged to the horny gentleman who Dyson had scared off. "Wait," he said. "Here." He took the cash from inside, about ninety bucks, and handed it to the kid before slipping the wallet into his jacket pocket (he'd give it to one of the clerk's at the station so the gentleman could collect it--along with a warning, of course, and perhaps a pamphlet on safe sex). "For your groceries."
Even in the shady as hell neighbourhood that Murphy had made his home, cops that would look the other way were few and far between. He hadn't expected that to work but he would have kicked himself for not trying it. He blinked in surprise when he was let go, but only for a second, he wasn't going to give the cop a chance to change his mind. Turning to leave, he resigned himself to finding another john and having to perform his favourite act on someone who he didn't really want to perform it on. But he'd lost his latest job a couple of weeks ago and hadn't managed to find another yet and picking packets only got you so much around here and he couldn't get over to the better parts of town to find a decent mark without enough money to get gas. If he and Mbege wanted to eat this week, he needed to get someone else to pay him. At the wait, he froze and rolled his eyes, wishing he'd decided to run as soon as he'd been let go, even with his knees still protesting kneeling on the cold floor. Looking back over his shoulder, he raised an eyebrow at the offer and his thin lips twisted sardonically, "Never gonna turn down free cash." He answered, sticking the money into his jeans pocket. "Saves me from trying to find another best in a bad lot to make sure I can eat." Running a hand through his hair, he pulled his hood back up and looked the older man up and down, "Though, I gotta admit, I'd do you for free." He smirked, turning to leave again and torn between wanting to be stopped again and not wanting to, he didn't know if the offer would be taken well or if he'd be getting arrested again.