Chapter Text
“Reed! Get your ass here now!”
Gavin scowled. “If this is about the hydrangeas again--”
“Connor found something,” Hank interrupted, showing photos of a house they’d observed in relation to the murders, but lacked evidence to visit.
“Look. Next to the bush you destroyed.”
Gavin frowned, holding back a snark.
“A patch of poppy flowers. The fuck am I supposed--”
He spotted it.
“...Shit. These are--”
“Opium poppies,” Connor’s turn to interrupt, to Gavin’s indignation.
“Well,” Hank continued, “I’ve looped in Narcotics. You kids now have a reason to drop by.”
He grinned.
“Preferably through the front door this time.”
