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Getting a phone call on your day off was almost always bad, but when the officer on the other line called him Angelo rather than officer Genovese, Angelo had an uncomfortable twist to his stomach. It was a clear way of drawing the line between him as a person and him as an officer, which meant whatever he had to go to the main station for, it was personal.
At least no one was dead. Angelo was fairly confident of that. If someone was--if something had happened to Enzo or one of the kids--they'd have come to his house and told him directly. Calling him in was something else. Something that he couldn't even guess. Was he in trouble? He couldn't think of anything he'd done that might start trouble, and midway through the trip down to the station, Angelo had started wondering if it was Tybalt. He had no family, so if something had happened to him, Angelo might very well be the only person to be told.
That was a sad thought.
Being scooped into a room to make a statement was not. It was the kind of thing that put Angelo even more on edge, because no one was telling him what was happening. No one had said why he was there, and it wasn't until he was asked for his whereabouts on a given night that Angelo had any idea what was going on.
"I was on duty," Angelo said. "I'd have to check the hours, but I had a domestic that night and had to haul someone into the station, so I should be on camera for most of that period. They punched me in the face, too."
Which was the truth. It was the kind of truth that was apparently the correct answer, because his coworker doing the question relaxed visibly as he flagged someone down to double check.
Procedure. Which meant someone near him was probably arrested for some kind of serious crime, and they'd wanted to cover their bases and make sure he wasn't involved in any way. Which meant he was probably going to be on vacation for a little while, just to make sure he wasn't anywhere near the case.
His brain flicked through the usual suspects. Roa was angry, yes, but Angelo didn't believe he'd get arrested for anything. He was strange if you were new to him, but he was a kid. Kids could get away with that kind of thing.
His brain shifted to Shay, and Angelo did his best to try and think of other options. But, realistically speaking... if it was any of the younger kids, things would have been handled differently. No, whoever was arrested was an adult he was associated with.
Shay. It was going to be Shay. He knew before they even sat him down to tell him what was going on. Not the details. but the general idea of things. A murder. Self defense. Setting it up to make it look like a hate crime.
Something in Angelo's gut twisted.
He wasn't given much more than that. Told to take a week off and let the kids know. Shay wouldn't be around for a while, although Angelo wouldn't find out how long that was for a while.
Angelo felt sicker by the moment as he slowly walked home, trying to process it all.
At least no one was dead. Angelo was fairly confident of that. If someone was--if something had happened to Enzo or one of the kids--they'd have come to his house and told him directly. Calling him in was something else. Something that he couldn't even guess. Was he in trouble? He couldn't think of anything he'd done that might start trouble, and midway through the trip down to the station, Angelo had started wondering if it was Tybalt. He had no family, so if something had happened to him, Angelo might very well be the only person to be told.
That was a sad thought.
Being scooped into a room to make a statement was not. It was the kind of thing that put Angelo even more on edge, because no one was telling him what was happening. No one had said why he was there, and it wasn't until he was asked for his whereabouts on a given night that Angelo had any idea what was going on.
"I was on duty," Angelo said. "I'd have to check the hours, but I had a domestic that night and had to haul someone into the station, so I should be on camera for most of that period. They punched me in the face, too."
Which was the truth. It was the kind of truth that was apparently the correct answer, because his coworker doing the question relaxed visibly as he flagged someone down to double check.
Procedure. Which meant someone near him was probably arrested for some kind of serious crime, and they'd wanted to cover their bases and make sure he wasn't involved in any way. Which meant he was probably going to be on vacation for a little while, just to make sure he wasn't anywhere near the case.
His brain flicked through the usual suspects. Roa was angry, yes, but Angelo didn't believe he'd get arrested for anything. He was strange if you were new to him, but he was a kid. Kids could get away with that kind of thing.
His brain shifted to Shay, and Angelo did his best to try and think of other options. But, realistically speaking... if it was any of the younger kids, things would have been handled differently. No, whoever was arrested was an adult he was associated with.
Shay. It was going to be Shay. He knew before they even sat him down to tell him what was going on. Not the details. but the general idea of things. A murder. Self defense. Setting it up to make it look like a hate crime.
Something in Angelo's gut twisted.
He wasn't given much more than that. Told to take a week off and let the kids know. Shay wouldn't be around for a while, although Angelo wouldn't find out how long that was for a while.
Angelo felt sicker by the moment as he slowly walked home, trying to process it all.