DETECTIVE DECKER.

‘ yeah ? why’s that ? ’ in the interim, she does a visual sweep of a girl who definitely hadn’t shown up in their pool of suspects. but it’s a cryptic remark, enough to give chloe pause & the distinctly unwelcome sensation that she’s MISSING SOMETHING. her badge clears its holster, held up briefly as a wordless identification. she can’t afford to leave any stone unturned, no matter how innocuous.
‘ –––––– what’d you say your name was, again ? ’
two word starters. // accepting !