Marcus leaned his head against Logans shoulder. Sometimes he wished he had a power switch for his constantly overworking brain. No memories, no sensory overload. Just peace and quiet. But he wouldn't be himself, then. He was used to this constant flow of information, of working with it, utilizing it. He wouldn't be the great cop he was wothout it. To contrary believe, he wasn't really smart. He just remembered a bunch of shit.
He took Logans sister in consideration. That was more plausible than asking Mike to take him in.
"I might come back on that. But you know what? For once in my life I'm going to wait. At least two days. Stan should dig further, maybe he can find something we can use. And I don't wanna be the dick dad who's like: something came up, I gotta go, tou stay here, see ya in a few days, I call tomorrow. That's just not fair."
He took Logans sister in consideration. That was more plausible than asking Mike to take him in.
"I might come back on that. But you know what? For once in my life I'm going to wait. At least two days. Stan should dig further, maybe he can find something we can use. And I don't wanna be the dick dad who's like: something came up, I gotta go, tou stay here, see ya in a few days, I call tomorrow. That's just not fair."