“What the hell?” She asked bluntly when she exited her place, seeing none other but Diego Hargreeves laying on her porch, sighing as she sat beside him. “..Who’d you piss off now?”

“Oh, I gave it as good I got.” Diego answered gruffly, reluctantly sitting up. “Doesn’t answer my question.” Eudora pointed out with a slight laugh.

“Oh, yes.” He answered with a sigh, “How’s the paperwork coming along?” He asked, Eudora sighed, thinking over the words. “It’s a real page-turner, I’ve got two guys in children’s masks, rare bullet casings, a random fingerprint from a 1930’s cold case, and, I just learned that the tow truck driver from the doughnut shop didn’t have any family.” She started, “The kid?” Diego asked,

“Not his, apparently. Kid’s our only possible witness and he’s a complete mystery.” She agreed quietly, glancing back down at him. “Okay, what’s going on? You could’ve called me for an update, so why are you really here?” She asked directly. “Nothin’, I just, uh..” He started, hesitating a moment.

“My mom. She died last night.” Diego admitted, and immediately she softened a bit, sitting on the stairs beside him. “Shit, Diego, I’m so sorry.” She responded quietly, “I just- I don’t..I don’t know how to-“ Diego started, but cut himself off.

“Is that what this is about? Hey. Hey,” She started, reaching out to take his arm, “Tell me what’s going on. Who did this?” She asked, and Diego hesitated, “..Let’s just say I didn’t get a good look at their faces.” He admitted quietly, and she sighed.

“You went after the guys in the masks, didn’t you?” She asked, Diego shook his head, “I didn’t go after them, and one’s a woman, by the way.” He muttered in response, Eudora responding with a sigh. “I specifically told you not to follow this.”