In fact, he became so vexed with how long she was taking, he pulled his arm from her grasp. “Thanks.” Giving her an apologetic smile, he rushed off into the crowd, ducking under the yellow tape to where Captain Rourke stood doing his public relations bit for the NYPD, thanking the fire fighters and the paramedics for their valued efforts.
Alaric thought back to when the captain was first appointed, he had only just made it to detective. They had a rocky start the two who, surprisingly, were the same in so many ways.
“Was it a terrorist attack, sir?” someone shouted at the captain, as his eyes combed through the crowd.
If only, Alaric thought in regards to the comment, whilst moving past the rescue workers. Catching the captain’s eyes, he nodded, then continued to shuffle his way through
