Even that logic is horrendously stupid, because there's a difference in a "misfire" and a misfire blowing off the head of a superior officer. That gun is pretty much fucked then, as is the person behind it. But Abner wasn't. And he's appalled at the presentation he's shown.
Four fuckin' years ago, just four, he could have been convinced still that there was a chance to use Detroit to rebuild America. To make it peaceful, and the land his grandparents would have wanted. But there isn't an ounce of that hope left, he doesn't think.
Still there's nice little things, small relief, like in the gentle gratitude of the archivist as he offers his big lug of a body for something small and helpful. He catches the look and nods, before stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah, it's about him. I'm authorized to access to his records."
He has a specific thought in mind. If it's a revenge killing, it's probably someone he interrogated. While they don't always have names, they do keep track of what was on people when they died, no matter who they were, because that information could be valuable later if they're missing a code or a key or a holotape. Something along those lines.
Often possessions are resold, but they are recorded.
Connelly gives Hank a short, "of course", being as helpful as possible, and leads him over to the rows and rows of files that DePleur kept.
First thing's first. The noticably odd thing he notices is that the first files are under the name Paul Harmon. His predecessor, maybe? Or another name he went by at one time. An interrogator could be prompted to change an identity, and if so, who would he want to avoid?
He doesn't say much of this out loud. He just settles in to read. Then, as if he's talking about a kid, he askes the archivist- "Hey can you get him some water and a chair or something? Or he'll just stand there the whole time and that just gets weird and distracting."
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Four fuckin' years ago, just four, he could have been convinced still that there was a chance to use Detroit to rebuild America. To make it peaceful, and the land his grandparents would have wanted. But there isn't an ounce of that hope left, he doesn't think.
Still there's nice little things, small relief, like in the gentle gratitude of the archivist as he offers his big lug of a body for something small and helpful. He catches the look and nods, before stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah, it's about him. I'm authorized to access to his records."
He has a specific thought in mind. If it's a revenge killing, it's probably someone he interrogated. While they don't always have names, they do keep track of what was on people when they died, no matter who they were, because that information could be valuable later if they're missing a code or a key or a holotape. Something along those lines.
Often possessions are resold, but they are recorded.
Connelly gives Hank a short, "of course", being as helpful as possible, and leads him over to the rows and rows of files that DePleur kept.
First thing's first. The noticably odd thing he notices is that the first files are under the name Paul Harmon. His predecessor, maybe? Or another name he went by at one time. An interrogator could be prompted to change an identity, and if so, who would he want to avoid?
He doesn't say much of this out loud. He just settles in to read. Then, as if he's talking about a kid, he askes the archivist- "Hey can you get him some water and a chair or something? Or he'll just stand there the whole time and that just gets weird and distracting."