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He hates that someone died in his town, and he hates that there’s police from Sydney and Coffs all over too.” She rolled her eyes. “You know what he’s like.”
He has 3 cops, including himself. He’s not even equipped.
“And you’re Cold Case?” Hirsch asked him. “A little early for you, isn’t it? Given we don’t have any information yet?”
He’s rude as fuck
“Christ, Porter. When I said call whoever you needed to, I wasn’t expecting the entire forensic division.”
Stupid jackass
Hirsch just hated that his town was crawling with cops,
He doesn’t own the whole town
Hirsch glowered, then he mumbled crankily, “Another body. Hell, if the media gets a hold of this, it’ll be a circus.” Then Hirsch turned to August and glowered. “Suppose you found it?”
He’s such an ass
“Is that an old white-man thing?”
Lmao
“How many more bodies will it take? How many more remains?” August asked, the fight in him gone. “What’s the magic number we have to reach before someone will take me seriously? Clearly the quota for dead gay men is a lot higher than dead straights.”
“He went back out to the crime scene. Apparently to snoopervise all the other cops in his jurisdiction.”
Why am I thinking it’s him? Maybe he doesn’t like Porter because he’s gay; maybe he’s homophobic
knowing Porter’s mum had taken them to ensure her son looked after himself gave August a pang of loss. August’s mother couldn’t have cared less if August was hungry or not.
“Hirsch yelled at Commander Kenny before they left. Most of us heard it. It was . . . weird.”
Is there something between them???
Guilt had such a residual aftertaste. It was bitter and cloying, and it was painful to swallow. He’d lived with it for so long he barely recognised it anymore,
Except Christopher. He hadn’t been out at a gay bar, and he wasn’t wearing anything to suggest he was gay; no Pride outfits, no rainbows.
Same with Mustafa. He’d been in his own home, just like Christopher.
Had it been something tied to their job/careers?
“These victims had no ligature marks, no marks of any kind. They weren’t restrained, they weren’t gagged. They were complicit, given there were no drag marks or disturbed surroundings, there was no struggle.”
“I don’t know if they knew him, exactly,” August hedged. “But trusted, yes.” “Like how?” “They had to trust him or offer to help them. Something for them to agree to speak to him. Or to open a door. Or to go with him. I don’t know.”
A cop
You’re still you. You’re just made up of different parts now. There are new pieces to who you are. Those pieces aren’t wrong or broken, they’re just different
to how you used to be. And that’s okay. Actually, that’s a good thing. You should be different after everything you’ve been through. It means you’re human, August. You don’t need to be alone. You just need someone who knows how your puzzle goes back together.”
“Yes, okay. August . . .” She paused, hesitant and wary. “What are the chances of you letting this go?”
It's something shady as hell with her, and maybe Bartlett
“You’re being bossy again.” Jake chuckled. “I thought I was the little voice of reason.” “You’re a bossy little voice of reason.”
Though it was such a rush to get to his gate, he didn’t even have time to think about the shitstorm he was going home to until he stepped onto the plane. And saw that Bartlett was seated three rows back.
Wait...where tf is HE going?
He slid his phone onto the desk and turned his computer on when he noticed the small pop-up screen. You last logged on . . . He snatched up his phone and was quick enough to grab a photo before the notice disappeared. Someone else had logged onto his computer this morning. But why?
When we left him in the rain, at the gate? He went back inside and never left.”
Local Area Commander Allan Kenny got out of the car, wearing his official blazer and police hat. Hirsch closed his eyes and sighed.
“Nothing Gold Can Stay,” she said, her voice wistful. August’s blood ran cold and he needed to sit. He slowly went to his chair. “It was from my son’s favourite book. The Outsiders.”
