There’s something almost mocking in how the Chief Inspector holds these meetings. It leaves Vince reminded of dreams where he’s stuck running in place, restless and thoroughly helpless.
Tonight, Hyde nods along and talks minimally, gaze not meeting Vince’s often enough to hold its usual dismissiveness. Possibly he's as sick of these talks as the detective is, but a quick glance at the clock reveals—
“Glad you're traveling on your own steam,” Hyde says, heaving himself out of his chair in a way that makes it wheeze, “should make the rest of the night a lot easier for your crew.”
There it is. “Plans tonight, sir?” Vince asks, watching Hyde assemble his belongings.
“Taking the family out for a nice dinner. Need some downtime,” the man explains. “You all have me running ragged.”
“I can im
