His head cocked again, that same brow arched even higher in surprise. "Head of NYPD's forensic unit? That is a nice job" He smirked at her comment about starting in the field, proving that she'd worked her way to that position, not been handed it. "From field squint to queen of the lab rats, eh?" He teased lightly, not even thinking she might take offense at the term. Not everyone liked the nicknames given to their line of work. Very little bothered him about most of it, though in the big city he imagined people could come up with some colorful slurs.
It was a good thing he'd swallowed his swig of beer and had yet to take another as Memphis' name rolled off her lips. Who the hell was she to them? None of them had family beyond those that were here. Though he knew a few of their numbers had been lost before the raid, killed in some pretty interesting ways. One being a suicide if he remembered right. That was always hard. Then another name was rolling off her tongue, one he knew all too well from talking with Angelina, as well as his own dossier's on the crew. "I didn't know Stan had family. I thought that was the one thing all those guys have in common, no outside family of any kind... " How the hell had he missed That? How had the feds? After all, his dossier's had originally come from the feds, when they'd been trying to keep a leash on him. Before he'd shown them where they could shove it.
"Well its safe enough to tell you that most of them have been awol for the last decade. Memphis and Tumbler where in prison, that's public record... I'll have to make a call before I can tell you anything else though... You'll understand once you know whats going on... Give me a sec" He pulled his phone from his pocket and hit two keys, obviously having the person on speed dial. He lifted the phone to his ear and listened to it ring, for a moment before someone finally answered "Hey. You got Memphis by you anywhere? Mind asking him about Stan's sister? She's here asking to be brought up to speed, said he called her in" He nodded as Sasha relayed the question, picking up on his unasked question and asking for more identifying info. After a few minutes of conformation noises from Seth, and a brief description, he smirked "Thanks babe. You guys enjoy yourselves tonight, I'll keep my ear to the ground for ya. Give the kid one of those big embarrassing mom kisses from me, right in front of everyone. Yay, I'll see ya tomorrow"
He slipped the phone back into his pocket and smirked a bit sheepishly at Nevaeh. "Sorry, can't be too careful with this one... Speaking of, we really shouldn't talk about it here, even with it being so empty. If you don't mind driving across town we can talk at the station, no one'll be listening in there. Or if you'd rather just get caught up and head over to the apartments, my house it just a few blocks over and its just another couple to the apartments. I can even call ahead so there's a key waiting when you get there" He didn't want her to feel trapped. Lots of women would be uncomfortable going home with a man they just met... Then, there were those women who did that nearly every night. Too much risk in his opinion.
He downed the last of his sludgy beer, knowing he'd regret doing it shortly. That stuff was strong and could go to your head if you didn't watch it. He slipped off the stool and stood, turning to set the glass on the bar with enough money to cover what he 'owed' or didn't as Angelina insisted. "Your call New York" Oh, maybe he was just a lil drunk after all. Not surprising when his two normally lasted him into the evening and he'd downed them both within... two hours
.Seth.Johns.
.thirty.
.6'3". brown hair .blue eyes.
.1984 Cherokee XJ. Hunter Green.
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