[Jonathan @ Fane] Another day, another crime scene. This one was especially gruesome but that thankfully wasn't something that bothered him very much. He'd seen worse. ❝You there,❞ he called out to some guy standing in the shadows. That's right, he sees you. ❝I have questions so be good 'n come over here.❞ // policisms
「 @policisms / ❋ 」
Had Fane known what interesting thing Mac wanted him to check out while he was out running errands, he would have said no and ignored any follow up. In hindsight, he should have done exactly that regardless, but by the time he stepped almost out of the alley to see police tape and debated if he could turn around and leave without being seen, someone--a police officer, no less--had already seen him and beckoned him over. Not ideal, but considering he had nothing to do with that, he doubted anything would come of it.
As he approached the officer, the florist reached up to remove the headphones from his ears, the small grocery bag hanging around his wrist shifting at the motion. The guy didn’t want to talk to him for no reason, Fane knew; for an investigation, they wanted to speak to anyone who might’ve seen anything that could lead to finding evidence in the case. In this scenario, it was best to be calm, straightforward, and polite. “Can I help you, sir?”
