“Ah, fuck—” It’s muttered under his breath as he turns the corner to display the sea of desks and personnel that comprise the main floor of the DPD. Normally, Hank strolling in well after 10:00 ( or even 11:00 ) in the morning isn’t cause for concern, least of all to the man himself. However, as soon as he sees the woman seated next to his desk, he remembers.
Come on, how often does he actually have appointments he has to keep? He can’t be expected to remember everything! Best to think of something quickly.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.” It’s as close to a greeting as anyone gets, so she should consider herself lucky. “Got caught up in something on my way here.”
His bed.
The lieutenant rolls his chair back and plops into it with the precision of an act that’s been repeated millions of times over the span of many years. Before he continues, he logs into the terminal at his station and brings up several different files relating to the deviant cases currently under investigation.
“You’re Delilah, right?” At least he remembers her name. “Thanks for taking the time to come in. Did anyone tell you why we asked you in?”
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