The detective alighted his car, his hands placed on his hips for support, flashing his badge which hung on his belt buckle. A head popped out from the opposite side of his car, which was followed by the sound of a slamming car door.
"Don't slam my car door so hard." The detective cautioned, his eyes staring at the signboard of a motorcycle shop.
Addie sauntered over to his side, standing beside him with an all knowing look. He traced his eyes to the detective's hands which rested on each hip, and swiftly copied his stance.
"So you think our murderer was here?." Addie asked, trying to mimick the detective's professionalism.
"We won't know till we go in." Bardrick replied, tilting his head to the side, pissed at how closely Addie was to getting his perfect stance.
"Don't say too much, or ask too many questions..." His crash course was interrupted by Addie, who seemed to know better.
