DETECTIVE DECKER.

‘ –––––– yeah, sure it is. that’s your thing, huh ? mind over matter ? seems kinda zen for a guy in your position, don’t you think ? ’
a tic of her jaw, steel gaze leveled as she swaps out her glock for a pair of handcuffs. everything they have is arguably circumstantial at this point, but it’s enough for probable cause ; more than enough to bring him in, & that’s all she needs. metal snaps against wrists, a satisfying click as the mechanism locks. one hand braces against his forearm while the other presses into his shoulder to steer him towards her car.
‘ save it for the interrogation room, gandhi. you’re coming with me. ’
inception starters. // accepting !