It wasn't long after the New Years Party that Shay found herself entering the police station. She was hoping to catch up to Angelo, maybe get some details on the upcoming case.
She could have asked Dorian, but she hadn't seen him lately. Angelo was just as good. Besides, she wanted to thank him for being there. For being a good influence. For making her feel safe and connected. The idea made her mouth dry.
Angelo never seemed to like it when Shay searched him out at the station, but it was much much better than going to his apartment. Which, yes, she knew where it was despite him never having given her the address.
Unlike the last time she'd visited this place (which felt like so long ago, which it really couldn't have been), Shay walked in like she owned the place. Confidently meeting anyone's eyes and nodding a silent greeting.
She couldn't go around searching Angelo out, and she wasn't even sure if he was in the building currently. With all the shit that had been going on lately, it would have been perfectly reasonable if he were out somewhere.
Eroshay happened to spot a familiar face. She'd seen that man at the mansion during the party, too, if only briefly. She hadn't been focused on him, and she couldn't recall his name. Was he a cop? Maybe a new one. Hm.
She approached him, tried to wave him down. "Excuse me, hello? I'm Eroshay Rosales. I was stopping in to know if there was anything new with the wolves case from the New Years party?"
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The day before had been a stressful endeavor filled with loads of work and huge efforts to help the families of the victims who died during the party.
Such an event doesn't happen very often, if ever at all.
Some of the workers there were happy that only twenty people died.
Noah, however, found it a very unfortunate situation.
"Well, hello there, Ms. Rosales."
Such an event doesn't happen very often, if ever at all.
Some of the workers there were happy that only twenty people died.
Noah, however, found it a very unfortunate situation.
"Well, hello there, Ms. Rosales."
Noah had heard an ample amount about the Rosales family before now. A Group of quirky criminals who tended to be a little wild. At least, for the most part. Something always seemed off about them. Maybe it was their happy attitude, or maybe....
It didn't matter. Point being, he didn't really see a problem. They seemed nice enough, criminals or not. He got over it.
Hearing what she said, he took a breath.
The party. That's right. After being asked to leave because his duty uniform wasn't formal enough, all hell broke loose. About twenty percent of the people there died. Some called it a tragedy. Others called it a miracle. Even more were injured. And Noah wasn't even there to do anything. His composure plummeted, at least on the inside, at the mention of the party. However, there was nothing that Noah could tell her relating to the party. His smiling face merged straight as he began to speak.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Rosales, but we aren't releasing any information about the case at this time. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Noah personally hated getting denied information. He disliked being kept out of things that involved him in any manner. However, he knew that he'd get in serious trouble, as a basic rule, by giving away sensitive information to a random visitor. There was just no way Noah could help. Despite this, he didn't want Eroshay to leave upset. He'd be willing to help with anything else if it were reasonably in his power.
Shay glanced at Noah's badge to catch his name, seeing as he now had hers. The fact that he didn't give her a look told her he either didn't know her family name or... didn't care? The latter seemed unusual for a police officer.
You didn't get to be the head of an organized criminal division by being nice, even if you were loving to your friends and family. Klaus, Shay knew, had a habit of taunting the police force and sending some gruesome messages that they had to clean up. On such event included a whole mutilated gang in the Underworld. Shay had stumbled upon that sight herself.
"Nothing?" Shay asked, a hint incredulous, trying to taper her temper. "Not even to the people who were there? No public information at all?"
Shay rubbed her face, breathed out in a frustrated huff. "I don't think you'll be able to help me with anything else, no."
She set her hip against a nearby counter, looking off to the side and watching the bustle of the station for a second. "Who're you anyway? I don't think I've seen you around before and I've been here a few times."
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