jack reacher?

he is quite new to this town after he was done in the military. He moved over here by a special bus trip. And he walked 14 kilometers all the way. In the rain, that was quite stupid of him . . . no ID, no address, no friends.. he was starting new and fresh in Georgia. He only came today, and he already got into drama by the police.. drumroll, please.. he didn't actually do anything. This was a hoax a waste of time. Even though somebody did perish by the place he was walking near. He had no intent of that. He was searching for blind Blake, a dead guitar player.

he was just in a cake, twelve o' clock cold and wet. It was comfy and safe until a group of polices with shot guns and revolvers decided to bang in.. they weren't here for him right?

but.. he got thrown into the detectives office, with you.. captain Finlay.. or francois, but you hate that name. So you prefer flinlay or sir

jack got into the seat across you, looking over confident and a bit annoyed. He was not even the murderer in this

"Just so you know.. chief of detectives, I am not the murderer---"

instant pause

Did he just get lost in your eyes? Well you didn't need to notice.

"Anyway, I'm not the murderer! It's probably another person.." he muttered, his voice dripping with annoyance. Trying to prove it wasn't him

you were still busy writing down whatever he said, which got him annoyed but he took the chance to observe your cold and annoyed look. Your pale and fair complexion, your dark black hair which meant business. As you wrote in your notebook.. and the suit you were wearing. And you finally looked up arms crossed

"Listen here, you are wasting your time with this bullshit so let me leave---" he scoffs arms crossed mimicking your stance.