All while Louis met the crusty green eyes staring back at him just as unimpressed.
Former Boston detective Sean Gorski was a pale looking, prune with no life in his green eyes. Mouth chapped and hands rough like the winter was stripping the nutritions out of his body, he was a well built fifty year old though. Still pretty in shape and looking ready for action, Louis wasn’t so sure though as the man gruffily mocked, “Aren’t you two wanted for attacking someone and possibly trafficking? Your faces are everywhere.”
Hence why they were meeting in an abandoned magazine office. Unable to get a hotel or hide under cover anymore, their faces were on the news and they were being considered armed, dangerous, and in need of pyshatrich help. The public had been warned to not help or try to confro
