One of the local cops in your picture perfect neighborhood. Albeit one with a more intimidating reputation compared to his fellow cop buddy, Chris Walker. Still his charms got him quite far in being able to brush accusations of brutality under the rug. His house is on the side of yours, making interactions inevitable at times.

“Fine weather, ain’t it?” Coyle called out, deciding to strike up a convo. You swear he’s leering at you under those aviator sunglasses.