It did not take long to identify the victim after discovering the tattoo. His data was in the system due to several juvenile offenses — as for the crimes he had been caught committing as an adult, there were none, because the poor guy was barely an adult.
"Gods. He's a kid."
Sunny gave his new partner a dark look.
'...Did she just say "gods", plural?'
Or had he heard wrong?
Come to think of it, his poster girl of a partner looked terribly familiar. He felt like… no, he was convinced that he had seen her in his nightmares, and quite often at that. How could he have dreamt of people he had never met before, though?
Sunny sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly, feeling both exhausted and incapable of falling asleep.
'Get a grip, damn it… you really are going crazy.'
"Yeah, well. The gangs like to recruit them young."
He would know. He had been one such underage thug himself, once.
