ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ʜʏᴜɴ-ʀᴀʏ

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ʟɪᴇs. . . — #𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝

[ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ʜʏᴜ��-ʀᴀʏ @TheRayOfTruth]

⠀

⠀ ⠀ . . . ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴅɪᴇs

[ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ʜʏᴜɴ-ʀᴀʏ @TheRayOfTruth]

@covertslayer pry door open, just enough to poke the barrel of his gun through the opening first.

Then two men in conversation.

“—idiot; you shouda’ waited! Fuck!”

“She’s gotta still be down ‘ere; can’t have gone far, didn’t jump on the train either . . .”

[ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ʜʏᴜɴ-ʀᴀʏ @TheRayOfTruth]

sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀ: @covertslayer

The sun was sinking low, folding itself beneath the horizon as twilight spread its claws across the sky, heavy with foreboding.

As night fell, the city exhaled its warmth and drew in the cold, its bones creaking under the +

[ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ʜʏᴜɴ-ʀᴀʏ @TheRayOfTruth]

@covertslayer ❝No second-guessing. Not now. Not here.❞

And for a moment, his voice softened, though not in warmth—only weight, the kind that couldn’t be ignored.

❝It’s just us now. . .”

Behind them the men had been chatting — their voices droning on as Evander moved to slowly +

[ً @holyaches]

if i conquered all my demons there wouldn't be much left of me.

[۟ @godsfell]

there was something missing in his eyes. light, life—— something. they were voids, endless and black. then i realized: he believes he has nothing to live for.

[ᅟᅟgibson girl, @sainticide]

i was almost something good.

[ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ʜʏᴜɴ-ʀᴀʏ @TheRayOfTruth]

— ✎ we do a funni here

[• ‍ ‍𝓹𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 ‍𝐁𝐎𝐘 ‍‍𝖆𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗎𝖾 ‍.ᐟ ‍ ‍ @FUCKINDETECTIVE]

// STOP IM LAUGHING

[ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ʜʏᴜɴ-ʀᴀʏ @TheRayOfTruth]

— ✎

Got a sleep schedule to fix.

Also twitter b*omer; how TF do I grow an account? ? ?

Asking for a friend.

(Not but literally though, fr fr no cap, bussin, lip bite)

[• ‍ ‍𝓹𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 ‍𝐁𝐎𝐘 ‍‍𝖆𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗎𝖾 ‍.ᐟ ‍ ‍ @FUCKINDETECTIVE]

//I have a gif of John’s ass 🙂‍↕️😉😏

[ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ʜʏᴜɴ-ʀᴀʏ @TheRayOfTruth]

. . .

Do I have to?

[ＪＥＴ @oneofthebcst]

are you interrogating me detective ? ,🤔

[• ‍ ‍𝓹𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 ‍𝐁𝐎𝐘 ‍‍𝖆𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗎𝖾 ‍.ᐟ ‍ ‍ @FUCKINDETECTIVE]

// STOP IM LAUGHING

[֯ ⁎ 𓉸ྀི @doverots]

still, there is this terrible desire to be loved. still, there is this horror at being left behind.

[ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ʜʏᴜɴ-ʀᴀʏ @TheRayOfTruth]

The list of suspects is getting increasingly shorter.

[ＪＥＴ @oneofthebcst]

dare I say this man ,,

that's it.

that's the post.

[ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ʜʏᴜɴ-ʀᴀʏ @TheRayOfTruth]

���🏻‍♂️ / 🕵🏻‍♂️

[ＪＥＴ @oneofthebcst]

🧍🏻

[ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ʜʏᴜɴ-ʀᴀʏ @TheRayOfTruth]

Evander tuts at that, noting the shaking of the head, the dying down of the mood, voice still holding a lilt of playful banter as he said “And so the women of the city wept when good sir John chose not to preserve his ass.”

A final smile his way.

Then back to work.

[• ‍ ‍𝓹𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 ‍𝐁𝐎𝐘 ‍‍𝖆𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗎𝖾 ‍.ᐟ ‍ ‍ @FUCKINDETECTIVE]

John is genuinely smiling too, but then as he inhales he shakes his head as it dies.

“Ack, I’m good with just being a detective. I’d rather be out in the city helping than sitting on my ass giving orders all day.”

[ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ʜʏᴜɴ-ʀᴀʏ @TheRayOfTruth]

Evander is actually smiling for once, a finger toying with the space between his upper lip and his nose, a snicker held back.

“I’m more partial to dental floss.”

Always pushing the envelope.

“You’re kidding right? This case could see you to Captain.”

[• ‍ ‍𝓹𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 ‍𝐁𝐎𝐘 ‍‍𝖆𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗎𝖾 ‍.ᐟ ‍ ‍ @FUCKINDETECTIVE]

A slight cackle from the blonde as he stands to catch the bag. He returns a grin to the other detective.

“Well, I think. Maybe you should try them on for me, right here, prove me wrong.” A joke, of course.

He handles the bag, shrugging. “If they have been worn, a simple +