Steve gives him the clipped edge of a look, even as the car peels out, again, not quite like Steve would have expected.
Because Danny would know. It was Danny's file, and Doran was Danny's lead, before the last few hours. His father bricked up, as well as in that hole in the ground at the Punchbowl, in the mortar of black print, crime scene photos, and two slight layers of manila. Like so many other folders in HPD, and throughout countless years worth of missions Steve had been handed them, or seen the growing weight of his own.
Steve rifled back through the few sheets collected on Doran, to find the right one. "Here."
Steve pushed the paper at him, maybe even to see if he'd take it and read or throw a fit about the newest clearly impossible thing he couldn't do. It's really halfway through the air to that side of the car before it even hits Steve to consider just reading it. Making anything any easier on the man, who did not go out of his way anywhere to make anyone want to help him specifically. But it isn't like he knows all the roads here. Some of them, maybe. But all of it is old memories.
But it wasn't that far, and the name pulled up memories enough for Steve. If Section 8 had a Section 8, that would be it.
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Date: 2014-01-18 05:21 am (UTC)Because Danny would know. It was Danny's file, and Doran was Danny's lead, before the last few hours. His father bricked up, as well as in that hole in the ground at the Punchbowl, in the mortar of black print, crime scene photos, and two slight layers of manila. Like so many other folders in HPD, and throughout countless years worth of missions Steve had been handed them, or seen the growing weight of his own.
Steve rifled back through the few sheets collected on Doran, to find the right one. "Here."
Steve pushed the paper at him, maybe even to see if he'd take it and read or throw a fit about the newest clearly impossible thing he couldn't do. It's really halfway through the air to that side of the car before it even hits Steve to consider just reading it. Making anything any easier on the man, who did not go out of his way anywhere to make anyone want to help him specifically. But it isn't like he knows all the roads here. Some of them, maybe. But all of it is old memories.
But it wasn't that far, and the name pulled up memories enough for Steve. If Section 8 had a Section 8, that would be it.