Dragongal
Miss Medic
In the old days, departments used to hire a painter to come in and apply the black lettering onto the frosted glass windows of office doors. Nowadays, they just put a removable nameplate on a slot on the door and left it at that. It was such a shame; didn't have the same flare and decorum, but then again, it was probably reflective of the high turnover rates, Erolith figured as he watched the office door swing open. An officer walked in, manila folder in hand, "Hope we aren't keeping you too busy, Kolchak," he chuckled.
"On the contrary, I agreed to consult for your office because I was bored." Erolith smirked and took the file, tipping his head to the side, "Ah - homicide?" Steel blue eyes traced up to the officer, only because they'd had this conversation before. Cold cases, missing persons, or 'unsolvable' homicides only - so far he hadn't heard of anything 'unsolvable' within the last week.
"It's a cold case detective, don't worry."
Erolith grinned, "Now that's more my style."
"On the contrary, I agreed to consult for your office because I was bored." Erolith smirked and took the file, tipping his head to the side, "Ah - homicide?" Steel blue eyes traced up to the officer, only because they'd had this conversation before. Cold cases, missing persons, or 'unsolvable' homicides only - so far he hadn't heard of anything 'unsolvable' within the last week.
"It's a cold case detective, don't worry."
Erolith grinned, "Now that's more my style."