Colm looked up and grimaced at the eerie description, then grimaced harder when he got the summons from his coworker, then grimaced even more when he saw that the Social Services guy had vanished. Where could he have gone? Wandered off for coffee, maybe? At any rate, Colm couldn't leave Q unattended. He had to get the kid back to his aunt.

He looked around irritably as he pulled his department-issued SIG P226 from the drawer he kept it locked in. Nowhere in sight. He'd have to watch the kid, but it's not like a detective could just stay at the office when there was a fresh crime scene to check out. 

Colm came to a snap decision, one he hoped he wouldn't regret. "Okay, Quincey, you've done great. Now, I'm gonna give you a ride back to your aunt, but I'm going to have to make a stop first, alright. Now, you have to promise me you won't touch anything and stay in the car." He looked around for some way to distract the youngster. Colm's eyes lit on a superhero comic that had somehow gotten mixed in with his mail, then gently set it in Q's hands. "There you go, pal," he said as he escorted the young man out to his car. "Why don't you read that, then you can tell me all about it."

Placing Q in the backseat of his departmental Crown Vic and making sure the boy was safely buckled up, he started the lights and sirens and sped towards the scene of the crime.