"Garry Davison?" Maria questioned the old man that stood in front of her.
She grimaced as her eyes took in his demeanor. He looked pale, and older than sixty. His face and shirt was soaked with sweat, and his eyes were bloodshot.
The old man opened his shaky mouth to speak, but he uttered no words. He closed his lips softly and looked down to the ground, nodding his head. The front of his house was streaming with patrol cars and police officers, making the whole area boom with tension. The pressure was enough to make even an old man feel small and timid. He raised his head and looked at the people standing in front of him. He needed to do his best, so he wouldn't look guilty.
"And what brings you here."
"I'm detective Maria and this is my Partner detective Oliver." Maria flashed her ID and so did Oliver.
