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♞ SEIS

"None of us got where we are solely by
pulling ourselves up by our bootstraps. We
got here because somebody — a parent, a
teacher, an Ivy League crony or a few
nuns — bent down and helped us pick up
our boots."
—Thurgood Marshall

: OVERLOOKED DETAILS




     The awkwardly capricious trio didn't stay at Jitters long. They'd been sipping their coffee in silence for a few minutes before Joe pulled everyone from their thoughts, reminding them of their job that still had to be done. Jason Bureka likely wasn't going anywhere but they still had to talk to him and find out what he knew — a task that could take time if he proved to be a particularly difficult man. When he thought about it though, Sebastián almost regarded Jason as much a victim as Ralph Gonzales. Unless the guy had intentionally put his friend Ralph in the Mirror Dimension, Sebastián could see no reason why this would be difficult at all. He adversely couldn't see any reason why Jason would be avoiding the police unless he was guilty of something and it was their job to find out.

So they'd left Jitters (a place Sebastián knew he'd definitely be returning to) and made way for the Bureka household. The last time Sebastián and Joe had been there, it had been deadly quiet and nobody in the whole neighborhood had seen movement from the place for a long time. Weeks, they'd pointed out. It could only beg to question what Jason Bureka had been up to in the time since his partner's disappearance. There were no records and nobody had talked to the man in ages.

It crossed Sebastián's mind that he could be dead, or worse.

Barry was the one to knock on Jason's front door whose brown paint was peeling to reveal aged and weathered wood beneath. The home itself was dirty on the outside, not cared for, and the windows had the shades drawn so the inside couldn't be seen. The house was silent and when nobody came to answer the door, Sebastián gently nudged Barry and Joe aside, giving them a mischievous look as he approached the door. "What do you say, Detective West?" Sebastián asked loudly, almost playfully, as a wide grin spread across his face and his eyes narrowed with mischief. "Didn't that sound like screams for help to you?"

     The father and son exchanged a glance, unsure of what was happening. They both knew, like anyone else who worked in law enforcement, that there were basic ground rules for entering any home. There had to be probable cause for forced entry like imminent danger or threat, reasonable belief that pertinent evidence (or a victim) could be destroyed, permission from witnesses or victims, and a warrant if dealing with the one that got away. Whatever Sebastián was suggesting with his actions, however, was not entirely lawful. There wasn't anyone screaming for help, they didn't have probable cause to enter Jason Bureka's home — but Sebastián turned away from them and kicked the door until it swung open as if he'd done it a million times before.

     "C.C.P.D!"

     Sebastián drew his gun, ignoring Joe and Barry's looks of astonishment as he cleared the front hallway and proceeded into the home; checking his corners of all entryways and open doors as Joe quickly took up his six and drew his own firearm. He didn't have time to explain to them why he had entered the home, there was just this feeling bubbling in Sebastián's gut. He knew something was going on here. He knew that Jason Bureka was a shady guy and shady guys don't just disappear unless they want to evade someone, or something.

     The entryway of the home spilled out into a fairly open hallway lined with panels of dark oak. To their immediate left was a curiously tidy living room; the television was off, blinds were shut, couch lined up against the back wall, even the glass coffee table in front of it looked wiped down and the magazines sitting on top were in neat piles as if lined up with a ruler.

     "Clear!" Sebastián called behind him. He turned to the right now and came to face a set of dark and foreboding stairs. The house was quiet, still, and the air inside was old; stale; musty. It didn't feel right. Nothing about this situation felt good.

     "I've got upstairs," Joe tapped Sebastián's shoulder as he passed him and made way to clear the second floor of the home.

     That left Sebastián's backside exposed until Barry stepped into the home, taking Joe's place behind him. The forensics expert didn't have a gun and Sebastián suspected he didn't have much practice with one, but it was good to know he wasn't entirely exposed and there were an extra pair of eyes watching his back. You could never know what you were walking into. The pair approached the white-tiled kitchen at the end of the hallway, watching as the light overhead the kitchen table flickered between on and off like a muscle twitching with an unscratched itch. Sebastián took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as the tenebrous air teetered back and forth between uneasy and just downright creepy.

"Clear!" Joe called from upstairs. Sebastián could hear him as he walked down the hallway quickly overhead. Each door he slammed open sent a trickle of apprehension down Sebastián's spine. If Jason wasn't upstairs, he had to be downstairs — assuming he was in the home at all, that is.

They made it into the kitchen. Sebastián quickly looked left and right, checking to clear the corners of the darkened room. Barry leaned over his shoulder and joined in the search. The kitchen itself was fairly large with its white counter-tops wiped down and meticulously clean. The pantry was empty, the fridge light had gone out long ago and wasn't cold but there was no food inside to stink the air. Everything was... perfect. It was set up just the way Jason, or whoever had been here recently, wanted it to look. Sebastián lowered his gun, holding the edge of it against his chest as he walked around the island to check under the sink and the cabinets below.

"All clear."

Sebastián stood again, a frown tugging the edges of his lips. He glanced over at Barry as Joe made his way down the stairs and he, too, wore a look of confusion. Sebastián hurriedly put the gun back into its holster and approached the kitchen table.

"This isn't right," he began. "This place is way too clean, it's meticulous! There's no food in the fridge or pantry, the dishes are all put away. Even those magazines in the living room — you saw those right? It's like someone swept through here and cleaned the place to hide something from us. Joe, how did upstairs look?"

Joe holstered his own gun, rubbing a hand over the back of his head slowly. "The same." He shrugged. "It's too neat. The bed is made, there's no clothes in the closets or dressers. Hell, even the toilet seat in the bathroom's down. If Jason Bureka was living here, he ain't here no more. The air's rank and stale so I'd guess it's been months since anyone's stepped foot in here."

"What about payments on the house?" Barry interjected, tilting his head to the side. It was a good question, something the detectives hadn't gone over too heavily. They shared a glance. "They've continued to be payed, right? Otherwise that would've been in your notes and we wouldn't have had to check here."

"But there's been no activity on any of his cards." Sebastián protested just as the realization dawned on him at the same time it hit Joe. He groaned inwardly and covered his face with his hands, how had they missed it? "He's been paying in cash—"

Joe was nodding in agreement. He pulled out his phone and turned away from Barry and Sebastián, excusing himself. "I think we're gonna need to have a talk with the landlord," he made an unreadable expression. "I'll be right back." And then he was gone, stepping out into the hallway and onto the stoop to pull his number from the police station.

Sebastián turned away from Barry. He could practically feel the heat rising up the back of his neck, he felt so stupid and embarrassed in that moment. They'd missed something so simple; he'd missed it. He'd been so focused on finding Jason Bureka and understanding his and Ralph Gonzales' work that he'd missed one of the simple facts. That slip up hung around both his and Joe's neck now. Sebastián felt as though he'd let his partner down and that thought hovered darkly over his heart.

"Hey," Barry called out to him. He took a few steps forward, stopping just behind Sebastián as he looked out the window above the kitchen sink. The clean, clear window. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Sebastián lied. He didn't know why he did it but the lie rolled off of his tongue like honey dripping from the comb. It came so naturally to him that Sebastián's heart instantly compressed with guilt. He turned and looked into Barry's eyes, face contorted with regret. "No." Sebastián admitted quietly. "I missed this. I... I don't miss these things, Barry. I'm supposed to be good at this — that's why I was transferred."

"Everyone makes mistakes once in awhile," Barry smiled gently at him as if he were making this a mountain when it was, in fact, a molehill. He crossed his arms over his chest and bumped against Sebastián's side playfully. "And that's okay. That's how we learn. We should just be happy that it was minor and it doesn't affect anything serious, yeah?"

Looking at that reassuring smile, Sebastián's insecurities faded from his mind. "Yeah," he sighed quietly and nodded his acceptance of the situation, a strange sense of calm washing over him as he bumped against Barry's hip in return. A grateful smile tugged at the edges of his lips. It felt good to be talked down from that kind of self-persecution, it felt good to have someone who sounded like they understood the kind of feeling Sebastián was going through in that moment. There was some twinkle in Barry's eyes that reassured him about the man's own mistakes he'd made and been mad at himself for. The same twinkle had another side, another sparkle that reminded Sebastián of Barry's everlasting positivity. Every time since he'd seen Joe's son, he'd always had a smile on his face.

It wasn't enough, however, to stop Sebastián from wondering what those mistakes his eyes spoke of were. They poked and prodded at his mind, daring him to find out everything he could about his partner's son, but he forced himself to push it away and store it for later. This wasn't the time or place. He knew there would be one eventually, but this wasn't it.

They were still in Jason Bureka's old home and the day was growing later.

"Okay," Joe called from the hallway. He walked back inside the house, unaware that he was interrupting the moment his son and his partner were having. Joe closed his black flip phone and stuffed it inside of his jacket pocket. "Pulled the landlord's number from C.C.P.D.'s resources and called. We're going to his place — now. I'm thinking he kept some business with Bureka off the books and that's a problem."

Sebastián exchanged a glance with Barry. One look was all they needed to be pushed into action. Sebastián took lead out of the house, ignoring Joe's probing stare at his back as they piled into the car and left the long-abandoned residence. The car ride was silent and filled with the thoughts of what could possibly happen next.


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"Look. I know that you know that this all spells out real simple, yeah? You can help yourself out here by telling me why you'd take cash from Jason Bureka and keep it under wraps. I'm being really civil here, Mr. Ortega. I'd appreciate it very much if you could lend us a hand in this inquiry and send me and my companions on our way."

The trio had arrived fairly quickly to Carmine Ortega's place of residence, much to their relief. Being the new guy, Sebastián had opted to continue taking lead on the case and found himself talking with his head bent down low so he could speak in the shorter man's ear as Joe stood behind him, arms crossed over his chest. Barry was leaning across the counter to the left of Carmine doing his best to look intimidating, though Sebastián didn't think it was working out too well for him. He was just too... soft.

Which wasn't a bad thing, just not very useful for this line of questioning.

Carmine Ortega, a small man in more ways than one, had a receding hairline and dark tan skin. He was easily ready to talk to the police when they'd arrived but had been stonewalling them ever since he'd realized that he could actually get in trouble for the things he was doing. Sebastián knew the man would eventually break down but it was a matter of time and a matter of saying the right things, classic questioning technique.

Carmine fidgeted with his hands as he looked down at them in his lap. Sebastián pulled away from his ear, casting a glance over to Joe and then to Barry as he circled around the kitchen and leaned the heels of his hands against the table. They made eye contact and Carmine quickly looked away.

"No tengo nada que decir, oficial de policía."

Sebastián sighed quietly. "Esa no es la respuesta que quiero escuchar, señor Ortega." He ticked his head to the side and tutted with disapproval. "Please, help us out here sir. We would really, really like a conversation with Jason Bureka — your tenant — in this investigation."

"Las snitches mueren!" Carmine's dark brown eyes, almost appearing black with the sunlight at his back, pleaded desperately with Sebastián. Sweat dripped down the man's brow. "L-Look... there are just certain things guys like you and I don't go around telling other people, yeah? Jason is — he's not a good guy."

     "He's not a good guy?" Sebastián fired back, raising an eyebrow skeptically at the landlord in front of him. He leaned down closer to look into the man's eyes. "Why is he not a good guy? We didn't find anything on him. That's not why we're looking at him so tell me what makes him such a bad guy."

     Carmine glanced over his shoulder at Barry, then over at Joe. Sebastián could see him swallow nervously, voice tittering with anxiety as he rapidly defaulted to his native tongue. "¡Desde que su amigo Ralph desapareció, Jason ha sido errático e impredecible! Es malo y amenazó mi vida si no guardaba este secreto. Está tramando algo, pero ... no tengo idea de qué, lo juro."

     "Did he just mention Ralph?" Joe murmured.

     "Yeah," Sebastián glanced over his shoulder, a frown slowly making its way onto his face. He turned back to Carmine. "¿Sabe algo de cómo desapareció Ralph Gonzales?"

     "N-No," Carmine answered shakily. "No! I swear I don't, but I know it's been driving Jason crazy. He's been trying to find a way to get Ralph back but he thinks you guys are going to bust him."

     Sebastián pulled out the kitchen chair across from Carmine, sitting down as he folded his hands on top of the table. "Why would he think we'd do that? He's innocent, right?"

     "A-As far as I know."

     "Right, so then walk me through Jason's train of thought here, Mr. Ortega. You seem to have known him pretty well, am I wrong?"

     Carmine threw his head into his hands, hiding his face from Sebastián's eyes. A quiet groan escaped his throat and it became increasingly clear to Sebastián that he didn't like the idea of talking to cops at all, prior to what they'd thought. "Come on, man! He was my tenant for the past eight years. Por supuesto que lo conocía bien. He-He's just not very... afilado, with sharing information about what he did in his lab even though I got complaints from the other tenants all the time."

"Complaints?" Sebastián tried to catch Carmine's eyes. "Complaints about what? Noise, smell, arguments, what?"

"No," Carmine raised his head again, staring Sebastián directly in the eyes. "No, I'm not saying anything else. I don't like the idea of him coming to me and asking what I said later."

Joe stepped forward, uncrossing his arms to shove his hands in his pockets. "So he's coming over later then? You regularly see him, Mr. Ortega? I thought you said you hadn't seen him in months."

The look on Carmine Ortega's face gave all his inner thoughts away. Bingo, Sebastián thought, he finally slipped up. He wiped at the sweat on his brow and it collected on his fingers, his breathing rate increased and the Latino man began to take shallower breaths. Sebastián could clearly see his pulse racing at the artery on the side of his neck. As if he couldn't form the proper words in english, Carmine desperately looked to Sebastián as he spoke his side of the story.

"Mentí. Después de que Ralph desapareció, Jason se convirtió en un recluso. Despejó su casa, pero se acercó y me dijo: mantenga su nombre en el contrato de arrendamiento. ¡Jason me dijo que me pagaría el alquiler, pero también dinero extra si no le mencionaba esto a nadie! Y fue un montón de dinero extra, mucho." Carmine took a deep breath. The relief shone on his face like a shining sun during a clear day.

"¿Cuánto dinero extra?" Sebastián asked the question in a soft voice.

"Ochocientos..." Carmine flinched at the sound of his own scratchy, loud voice. "Each time, ochocientos. I-I agreed because I'm trying to pay for my daughter's college. Come on, brother, wouldn't you take cash on the side to do the same for your kid?"

Sebastián glanced away from Carmine, another sigh finding itself suddenly in the air between them all. He rubbed a hand tiredly over his face and considered the man's words for much longer than he should have. If he knew something was wrong, would he allow himself to be paid off for Holden's sake? The protective father inside of him roared like the leader of a pride with yes, of course I would! but there was another side that took its time rising to its feet. It felt older and deeply rooted within him.

And in that moment, he knew his answer.

"No, sir," Sebastián turned to look back at Carmine, watching the disbelief in his eyes argue with him. He stood from the chair and pushed it in. "I wouldn't because that's the wrong thing to do. I would definitely consider it, yeah... but if you do something like that, you've gotta know that at some point it's going to bite you in the asshole and you're gonna end up in the trouble you're in now."

"Mr. Ortega," Barry stepped closer to the seated man. He stood just behind his left shoulder, peering down at Carmine as he swiveled his head to meet the green gaze that had been silent throughout the whole line of questioning. "We're not here to bust you. We're here because we need to talk to Jason — that's it. We need to talk and you can help us with that."

Carmine glanced between Sebastián and Barry. The weight of his current options clearly weighed heavily on his broad, down-sloped shoulders but he was finally coming around. He stopped fidgeting with his hands and the sweat seemed to stop dripping down his brow when he took a deep breath and pulled his phone out of his pants pocket. "I have his number," Carmine's voice came clear to Sebastián's ears, he sounded more confident now. "He... he's supposed to come by and pay me later tonight."

"Amazing," Sebastián remarked, reaching over to clap Carmine encouragingly on the shoulder. "Thank you so much." He shared a grateful smile with Barry and found himself suddenly glad that the forensic scientist had tagged along. He'd been extremely useful and now, because of his patience with Carmine, they'd finally get a chance to see the one and only Jason Bureka.

Joe pulled out his own phone, taking the number from Carmine to text it to Sebastián so they'd have it if the occasion called for it. While the older detective was dealing with the landlord who'd been so resistant, Sebastián took a step out of the man's kitchen and leaned against the threshold to steady himself. They were finally getting somewhere, though Jason's recent actions certainly seemed like those of a guilty man instead of a worried friend.

He threatened Carmine Ortega's life.

Then proceeded to bribe him to keep their exchanges off the books and told him that he had to keep everything secret. And for what? Sebastián couldn't think of any logical reason why Jason would take such measures to avoid detection. It didn't make sense but, hopefully after tonight, he'd fill in the gaps for them and they could make some sense of how Ralph had gotten into this predicament.

     "We'll be back in a few hours!" Joe called out to Carmine as he passed Sebastián on the threshold, making way for the front door. Barry followed close behind and slipped past Sebastián quietly. "Don't you go anywhere, Carmine."

     Sebastián exchanged a look with Carmine before taking his leave and following his partners out the door. They'd nodded at the other and Sebastián began ticking off the time of when they could return and convince Jason that they were the good guys.


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     Captain Singh had called Sebastián into his office almost as soon as they'd returned to C.C.P.D. and the request from his boss didn't leave a good feeling in Sebastián's stomach. He'd taken his place in the seat across from the ever-serious man and was waiting apprehensively for him to speak. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait very long.

     "So I've been informed of your uneasiness around meta-human cases."

Sebastián shifted in his seat. A frown slowly made its way onto his lips, eyebrows drawn inwards in their confusion. "Um, I'm sorry, what do you mean by that, sir?"

Singh steepled his fingers and looked at Sebastián over his hands. "You don't know how to work meta cases, do you? I wouldn't expect so with you being new to the city and all."

"Sir, all due respect but that doesn't affect how I do my job." Sebastián leaned closer to the desk. "I just need a grace period; some time for adjustment, that's all. Once I become more familiar—"

"In the time of your 'grace period'," Singh interrupted with an airy voice filled with the authority invested in him as captain. It was a voice Sebastián had heard, and loathed, many times before in both Greenville and Chicago when talking to his superiors. "You could fuck up. It could affect lives here, Mr. Belmonte! Metas are nothing you can become 'familiar' with, they're only something you can either handle or not handle. I'm suspecting that I put too much faith in you and I think you need to be reassigned to only NMH cases."

Non meta-human cases? Sebastián recoiled from Singh's words as if he'd been slapped across the face. The words wounded his pride, of course, but he was more concerned with what would happen now. Who had told Captain Singh that he was struggling with coping with meta-humans and their intricacies? This can't be happening, he's fucking with me.

"But, sir, I believe that I can truly handle meta-humans!" Sebastián found himself quick to speak up but struggling to understand where this was coming from. "Who told you I couldn't handle this?"

"Sebastián, you know I can't share that with you," Singh moved his hands so he could lean closer over the desk. "Someone got into contact with me earlier today and informed me of a little slip up you made and it's part of my job—"

"¡Oh mi maldito dios!" Sebastián cursed so loudly that officers outside of the Captain's office stopped to look at the door in concern. He shoved the chair away from the desk so the legs scraped on the floor as he stood and turned away from Singh. Anger, fresh and raw, surged through his veins and pumped to his extremities, giving him a feeling of untamable power.

"—it's part of my job," Singh spoke loudly over Sebastián's temper tantrum, expression hardening, "To make sure that mistakes like that don't happen again! What if you all had walked into some kind of trap? What if something had happened to you or your partner? Not to mention Mr. Allen; who's not even a detective! What was he doing there? You put a civilian in unnecessary danger. That is why you're being reassigned, Mr. Belmonte."

Sebastián kept his back to his boss.

He didn't want to face him. He'd made a mistake, yes, but like Barry had said — it was a small mistake, easily looked over. Anyone could have missed it. And there wasn't any real damage to their case or to them! On top of this, Sebastián and Joe had been given no reason to suspect any trap or ambush of some kind. The person they were trying to speak with wasn't being treated as a suspect and his record was eerily clean. Jason Bureka had never received so much as a parking ticket in his life.

And that shit about Barry being a 'civilian'? Sebastián scoffed at the thought of it. True, he wasn't a detective and he certainly wasn't a cop but he was a member of the C.C.P.D., didn't that count for something in Singh's eyes?

"Sir," Sebastián turned and crossed his arms defiantly over his chest. His bold actions surprised even himself as he stared his boss directly in the eyes. "All due respect but I wasn't the only one making decisions here. Barry agreed to join me and my partner, knowing he is not a cop nor a detective. My partner similarly held no objections! He's been here how long?"

"We're not in here to talk about the actions of Joe or Barry," Singh retorted. "This meeting is about you. End of discussion."

"Sir, this is completely unfair! I'm new, I just got here — yesterday!" Sebastián reached forward and gripped the back of the chair he had occupied. His knuckles turned white from the pressure. "In case you couldn't tell, Greenville is much more different than Central City. How is it fair to punish me for something I couldn't possibly have any way of knowing?"

Singh sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose, looking down at the weathered oak of his desk. "Do you have any other comments, Mr. Belmonte, or would you like to go back to work?"

Sebastián stared down at Singh for a few moments, not moving or speaking. He shook from the anger building inside of his body. Without a word, Sebastián turned to leave Singh's office. "Sir," he nodded to acknowledge his boss in a tight voice before exiting and shutting the door quietly behind him. It took all of Sebastián's self control to not slam the door in his wake.

Upon his exit, several officers and detectives averted their eyes from Captain Singh's office as if they hadn't been listening to their entire debacle. Nobody could find it in them to look at Sebastián, which frustrated him. Did he not exist? Was his anger at Singh somehow misplaced?

Sebastián ignored everyone as he made his way to his desk, stalking through the hub with hunched shoulders and clenched fists as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. When he reached Joe and Barry, who both carefully avoided eye contact with him, Sebastián crossed his arms over his chest and stood directly in front of Barry, trying to catch his eyes.

As he was leaning against Joe's desk, Barry cleared his throat quietly and looked up to Sebastián. Seeing it in his eyes, Sebastián instantly knew it wasn't Barry who had told Singh about his mistake. There was an innocence there and a concern for the conversation everyone had just overheard. He didn't have it in him to tell someone's boss about a mistake he'd made. That wasn't Barry's style.

Gaze swiveling over to Joe, Sebastián realized it wasn't the older man's style either but he must have been the only one who could do it. Whether it was intentional or not, a sense of betrayal flooded Sebastián's senses. He'd trusted Joe, how could he have let something slip that miraculously made its way up to their boss? He opened his mouth to ask, but Barry beat him to speaking.

"So we heard that entire, very loud, end of the conversation," Barry drew Sebastián's attention away from his father. "Are you alright? What happened?"

Sebastián looked back at Barry, sighing heavily. Joe continued to carefully avoid Sebastián's gaze as he made his way over to his own desk and slumped down in the seat. "I'm reassigned to NMH cases only. All because of one mistake. One thing that I overlooked! Anybody could have made the same mistake, right?"

"Right," Barry agreed with a nod.

Sebastián looked over at his partner, trying to find his eyes. "Right, Joe?"

     When the older man's depths of brown found Sebastián, he settled for a look of innocence and ignorance. An edge of Joe's lip turned upwards in a half-smile. "Right," he agreed quietly. "Of course. Though, if you'd asked me to look over the reports, I'm sure we could have caught it."

     This stung Sebastián's pride. He felt it like the sting of a bee on his chest, stinger hovering above his heart and waiting for the right moment to pierce it like a needle popping a balloon. Not wanting to make a scene, Sebastián nodded and turned to his desk. Across it was scattered pieces of paper, notes and things in relation to the Gonzales case — a case he was no longer apart of by something that had gone wrong. There were times when he'd been benched before but none made him as embarrassed as this time. This time he'd fought for it, he'd fought to stay on, and he'd been denied.

     If only Sebastián hadn't missed the clue.

     If he hadn't, then he'd still be on the case. He'd still be able to work meta-human cases and he wouldn't be forced to deal with the mundane — because that's all it was anymore. Now that Sebastián had been exposed to the impossible, it became harder for him to see life as he had before learning about meta-humans and everything else this strange city had to offer. Once you jump off a cliff, there is no going back.

But this time the jump had killed him. He was reassigned and there were already other case files waiting on the edge of his desk, beckoning for his attention and begging to be solved.

Sebastián sighed. Maybe it's for the best, he reasoned with himself as he piled the Gonzales notes and shoved them in a desk drawer so he wouldn't have to look at them anymore. A sense of acceptance settled over him as Joe and Barry began talking quietly to each other, presumably about the case Sebastián had been pulled away from. He didn't bother to listen, lost in his thoughts. Maybe I just need to adjust to the city and get back in rhythm, then I'm sure I can convince Singh to let me back onto the meta cases with Joe.

He grabbed a file and flipped it open.

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