[The kid can't be old enough to drink. The police picked him up in the woods behind some aristocrat's palatial estate, filthy and covered in blood that isn't his. A body hasn't been found, but that doesn't mean there isn't a body to find. There's also the issue of how heavily-armed he was, strapped full of sticks and weapons like someone took a wrong turn out of the renaissance faire.
There are a lot of questions, but he hasn't said a word since the cops brought him in. So they've reached out to Laurel to grease the wheels a little. She seems to have a good track record with troubled vigilante types. Maybe she can get this one to confess to a murder.]
Hello I'm way late but you said you wanted Laurel and I love her
There are a lot of questions, but he hasn't said a word since the cops brought him in. So they've reached out to Laurel to grease the wheels a little. She seems to have a good track record with troubled vigilante types. Maybe she can get this one to confess to a murder.]