[ gator doesn't know that eddie's bluffing, so he goes along with it, taking it as seriously as possible. he's already been in the newspapers here and there for drug theft from the evidence room, as well as disappearing corpses. gator denies any involvement, and everyone's too afraid to speak up against the tillman name.
that's when he picks up eddie at one of the more deserted gas stations, telling him to get his shit in the fucking suv, he drags from his vape. he's annoyed more than anything else, boot up on the dash. he leans his head against the seat, window cracked. coffee is offered by bowman, gator's lip curling. he'll deny getting it if asked, as his deputy badge shines in the inner light of the car, and he can't have eddie thinking he gives a shit. ]
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he called big poppa.
that's when he picks up eddie at one of the more deserted gas stations, telling him to get his shit in the fucking suv, he drags from his vape. he's annoyed more than anything else, boot up on the dash. he leans his head against the seat, window cracked. coffee is offered by bowman, gator's lip curling. he'll deny getting it if asked, as his deputy badge shines in the inner light of the car, and he can't have eddie thinking he gives a shit. ]
Take your fuckin' time, huh?