Fair. It's what Vrenille's nod and his expression both say. He can believe that Ed is good at puzzles. He can also believe that he's the kind of guy who might not find it easy making friends. The plan to go back to working in forensics, however, might not be so easy.
"I don't really know where forensics sits in the pecking order of, y'know, the captain on down to the guy who sweeps the floors. What I do know's that the police force here keeps Subs to lower ranking roles, whether that's in the Up or the Down.
"Not that I wanna be discouraging, but forewarned is forearmed 'n all. I mean, ask. But this place sometimes requires a bit of creative re-branding--same work by another name. Thanks," for getting the door.
The inside of the cafe is quaint, a touch Parisian. Tile floor, mirrors above the wainscotting, round tables set around the perimeter. Vrenille leads them to one by the window with a view of the street and the people passing by. A waitress heads over almost at once, the v-neck of her uniform exposing the line down her throat. "Anything you like," he offers Ed, "my tab."
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"I don't really know where forensics sits in the pecking order of, y'know, the captain on down to the guy who sweeps the floors. What I do know's that the police force here keeps Subs to lower ranking roles, whether that's in the Up or the Down.
"Not that I wanna be discouraging, but forewarned is forearmed 'n all. I mean, ask. But this place sometimes requires a bit of creative re-branding--same work by another name. Thanks," for getting the door.
The inside of the cafe is quaint, a touch Parisian. Tile floor, mirrors above the wainscotting, round tables set around the perimeter. Vrenille leads them to one by the window with a view of the street and the people passing by. A waitress heads over almost at once, the v-neck of her uniform exposing the line down her throat. "Anything you like," he offers Ed, "my tab."