Steve makes it halfway down the alley before he turns back, looking to the right and then the left, making himself walk back through his memory the way he always has. Does. Eyes squint toward a half dozen piles and he moves off there. Danny in the background, a comfort he shouldn't be listening to. Letting distract him when he starts tossing boxes and bags. Toeing a foot against broken crate pieces. Careful but specific.
Until there's a tink and he stills, studying the ground, letting his eyes find it.
A syringe with a long glinter silver needle.
He doesn't have gloves in his pocket. They hadn't thought they'd need them here tonight. They weren't here to case someone's place and make sure nothing got changed. There's a consideration about it only half a second before he reaches up and starts tugging his tie off. A little rougher than he needs to, but it comes off, and he puts it over his own fingers. Fingertip pad and the insides. Picks it up carefully with it, even though it's slick inside of it.
Then headed back toward Danny at the end of the alley.
Lights were catching everywhere, blue lights chased by shadows and blue again, thrown on the wall, the camaro, and the two men waiting, as people were coming up to him.
"I need an evidence bag over here," Steve called out to one of them. Stern and straight forward as he was walking out. Catching the eye of Duke, working his way through the storm of his people, night dressed but just as focused as ever, running orders for groups that are manning up for the doors, while he was coming toward them. Talking to the Sergeant, even as he was depositing both of the things in his hand into the bag someone held open for him. "It's all yours now."
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Date: 2015-10-19 11:43 pm (UTC)Steve makes it halfway down the alley before he turns back, looking to the right and then the left, making himself walk back through his memory the way he always has. Does. Eyes squint toward a half dozen piles and he moves off there. Danny in the background, a comfort he shouldn't be listening to. Letting distract him when he starts tossing boxes and bags. Toeing a foot against broken crate pieces. Careful but specific.
Until there's a tink and he stills, studying the ground, letting his eyes find it.
A syringe with a long glinter silver needle.
He doesn't have gloves in his pocket. They hadn't thought they'd need them here tonight. They weren't here to case someone's place and make sure nothing got changed. There's a consideration about it only half a second before he reaches up and starts tugging his tie off. A little rougher than he needs to, but it comes off, and he puts it over his own fingers. Fingertip pad and the insides. Picks it up carefully with it, even though it's slick inside of it.
Then headed back toward Danny at the end of the alley.
Lights were catching everywhere, blue lights chased by shadows and blue again, thrown on the wall, the camaro, and the two men waiting, as people were coming up to him.
"I need an evidence bag over here," Steve called out to one of them. Stern and straight forward as he was walking out. Catching the eye of Duke, working his way through the storm of his people, night dressed but just as focused as ever, running orders for groups that are manning up for the doors, while he was coming toward them. Talking to the Sergeant, even as he was depositing both of the things in his hand into the bag someone held open for him. "It's all yours now."