Don's frown formed the moment the two officers interrupted.
His mother hadn't seen him in hours. She was still holding onto his arm, still had that anxious warmth in her eyes that only just now seemed to be fading. And these two—whatever-the-hell-they-were—couldn't wait five seconds to start pushing their weight around.
He didn't like it.
He turned to face them, breaking the hold Samantha had on him, slow but deliberate.
"And you are?" he asked, voice flat.
The one with the buzzed hair wasted no time stepping forward. Arms still crossed. Shoulders squared. Attitude already bleeding out through every word. "Are you blind, kid? We're investigators," he said, irritation already loaded into his tone. "We're here to look into the crime your android reported. Now if you could do us a favor and tell us where you've been—and maybe unlock her drives—it'd save us all a lot of time."
Don didn't answer right away.
