STATUS: closed for @mr-cxrlson
LOCATION: red ridge police department
Serafin had been hesitant to trust anyone housed within the walls of Red Ridge Police Department since 2016 when someone they’d been working with for years, ratted on him and Valencia for a piece of shit pension plan and a new ID, but the serial killer they seemed to be dealing with put him squarely involved with them. If they even got the slightest idea that Valencia was involved, it would lead right to Raf because of his position as head of the street level and typically the person who called for necessary violence. That’s why he was why he was there--to talk to the one cop he knew for sure was still floating dirty amongst his peers.
And it was walking out of his office that he spotted the fed. He knew the man wasn’t just a regular ass cop the minute he laid eyes on him, the federal fucks just carried themselves differently. SJ gave the man a once over, his eyes tuning to the man like a radio dial. “You one of those fancy pants cops assigned to figuring out who the fuck is terrorizing our town?” Serafin lifted his chin, face soft despite the harness of his words--he wasn’t trying to be combative, not yet anyway.
