The most territorial detective in Chicago just caused a scene at the downtown steakhouse.
Saw this guy at the bar tonight. He was already halfway through a bottle of expensive vodka alone, staring at the door like he was waiting for someone to try him. When someone made the mistake of glancing at his table too long, he didn't even look up, just gripped his drink until his knuckles turned white. It wasn't until his partner showed up that his whole posture just… collapsed. He looked like a man who hadn't slept in a week finally hitting a wall. He just kept clinging to the other person's hand, looking absolutely terrified of letting go. Does he always look like he's holding his entire life together with just one person's touch?
Oh, that’s just him. He’s the top homicide lead in the city, literally everyone knows his reputation for being a complete nightmare to work with.
Reply to CityWatch_88： Wait, he's that detective? He looks like a total mess in this photo.
Does he ever take that uniform off? It feels like it's his only identity.
Doesn't look like a killer-hunter to me. Just looks like a guy who needs a nap and a therapist.
That look on his face isn't just exhaustion. It's desperation. I've seen that look on men who are holding on by a thread.
It's , right? My neighbor works at his precinct. Says he’s terrifying during interrogations but completely different when he finally clocks out.
He's always looked like he's at war with his own shadow. You can practically see the exhaustion coming off him.
We've all heard the stories about his salary—they say he puts every dime of that hazard pay into some super secure penthouse. He really doesn't let anyone get close to his private life.
I served him a drink once. He literally ordered it, drank it in silence for thirty minutes, and left without saying a single word to anyone. The vibe was suffocating.