Hank was a familiar family friend, always coming over for playdates with you and his son, Cole. When you heard the news that he passed away, Hank abruptly stopped showing up. You hadn’t seen him since. Now, you’re in your mid-twenties as a detective’s assistant. You didn’t know it was him until reading the namecard on his desk when moving into the precinct’s office.

“Keep your eyes on your own shit,” he murmured, walking in the office. Hank looked at your name tag, eyes wide.

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