You'd think he was announcing it to the whole neighborhood. Loud and obvious. Not Steve's choice in this kind of place, unless he's taking someone's face off, but then Steve doesn't live here. Hasn't lived here for six months. But that thought is quickly replaced with a look of rather blanketed confusion while he's getting eyes on the silver car they're walking toward, pretty straight at. The Mustang in the parking lot.
That he probably would have pegged belonging to a meat head, drug dealer.
Not the mouthy transplant Detective who didn't have one expensive object in his whole house.
Silver. GT. Not the kind of thing he would have pegged in the slightest. He would have been looking for something beaten up around the edges, dings and sputtering muffler. Something that looked like it'd seen better days and was being held together on a wish and prayer, or, you know, vitriol and spite, like it's owner. But it's a mustang. Silver, and maintained looking. Stopping him up entirely for a second while they're getting there.
"A Mustang?" Steve's looking over like maybe the guy got his shirt size wrong. Or Steve did. Looking for the connection between the two, the same way he'd looked for the correlation between the cases. Wondering for a moment if this was where all his money went. He wouldn't be the first guy to have a wallet eating muscle car fixation. "You bring it with you from the mainland?"
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That he probably would have pegged belonging to a meat head, drug dealer.
Not the mouthy transplant Detective who didn't have one expensive object in his whole house.
Silver. GT. Not the kind of thing he would have pegged in the slightest. He would have been looking for something beaten up around the edges, dings and sputtering muffler. Something that looked like it'd seen better days and was being held together on a wish and prayer, or, you know, vitriol and spite, like it's owner. But it's a mustang. Silver, and maintained looking. Stopping him up entirely for a second while they're getting there.
"A Mustang?" Steve's looking over like maybe the guy got his shirt size wrong. Or Steve did. Looking for the connection between the two, the same way he'd looked for the correlation between the cases. Wondering for a moment if this was where all his money went. He wouldn't be the first guy to have a wallet eating muscle car fixation. "You bring it with you from the mainland?"