Livvy had an uneasy feeling about this encounter. She did not feel threatened, it wasn't that, it was just so very... odd. All she and Reyes had to do to fit in with this man's impersonation of Charlie Chaplin was get a police wagon, some old-fashioned hats and a truncheon each: the Keystone Cops.
When he rummaged in his coat pocket again and pulled out a badge, she wondered what else he had in there. The identification itself was unclear. As in, no matter how hard she tried to bring the words into focus, she couldn't seem to be able to read them properly. She managed to understand it indicated some sort of authority, but that was it.
Livvy accepted the card he offered and read the name. Though the paper looked like usual card stock, the weight of it was more like a receipt from a grocery store.
“Okay, Mr. Alex Shudder, so, for the record, y'all told the man... in the alley... that you'd see what you could do?” She passed the card to Reyes. “He's the one y'all wanted to help, right?”
When he rummaged in his coat pocket again and pulled out a badge, she wondered what else he had in there. The identification itself was unclear. As in, no matter how hard she tried to bring the words into focus, she couldn't seem to be able to read them properly. She managed to understand it indicated some sort of authority, but that was it.
Livvy accepted the card he offered and read the name. Though the paper looked like usual card stock, the weight of it was more like a receipt from a grocery store.
“Okay, Mr. Alex Shudder, so, for the record, y'all told the man... in the alley... that you'd see what you could do?” She passed the card to Reyes. “He's the one y'all wanted to help, right?”