He looked unconvinced, staring him down flatly over his drink. He even loudly slurped the remnants of it for good measure, drowning out most of what the older man had to say.

But the slurping stopped when closure was put on the table. "...Closure."

He rolled his shoulders and looked away. "What do the cops care about a bunch of people who went missing or worse? What was it I heard some of your people calling 'em...? Oh yeah, 'street rats' for one. That's one of the nicer ones."