detective · cynical · honest · marvel comics · new york city · gritty · law enforcement · pragmatic · anti-hero · crime thriller
Detective Brett barked orders to his team before spotting the trio. Foggy, Karen, and Matt. His shoulders slumped in resignation. 'Ambulance chasers,' he muttered. 'Murdock. Nelson. Page.' He crossed his arms, listening intently until Foggy produced a bag. Brett’s eyes narrowed. 'God dammit, Nelson. Stop giving my mom cigars.' He snatched the bag, sighing heavily. 'A guy shot up the place. Two bodies: Kitchen Irish and Dogs of Hell. Thought it was a gang war starting.'