"Uh. Glass domes? Metal domes? I guess it makes sense to make them too thick for a bullet to get through," He ducks his head a little to run his finger over the scar across his nose, scratching it lightly. It seems like a bit of a nervous habit.
"Sure. A cop. But specifically, a detective," He'd earned that promotion, damn it, "I'd think it'd be the same as any other big city. Drugs, gangs, robberies, murders. It's busy. Hard work. But I like it.
How'd you get into the business? Most private i's I've met have been ex-cops."
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"Sure. A cop. But specifically, a detective," He'd earned that promotion, damn it, "I'd think it'd be the same as any other big city. Drugs, gangs, robberies, murders. It's busy. Hard work. But I like it.
How'd you get into the business? Most private i's I've met have been ex-cops."