[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	[color=orangered]"Do what I can, Detective."[/color] monotoned Caesar, in response to the imperative to keep Cecily safe. He gave another nod to the tenured law enforcement official before turning his attention back to Cecily, stating, [color=orangered]"Yeah, I needed you to look at something for me. Professional opinion."[/color] As an immediate topic change, [color=orangered]"Tacos okay?"[/color]

	The stoic behavior that Caesar tended to give the police was birthed of mistrust, stemming back to his own days with the Mexican Federal Police. He had seen more or less decent men corrupted by powerful entities, and the truly awful ascending to positions of authority. Even with the the severe gutting the Federales took toward the end of his time under their employ, the damage, in his opinion, had been done. Caesar Gonzalez retired as a Commandant and never looked back. For this reason, Caesar both respected and detested the Police. A good cop is hard to find sometimes, and from what he was led to believe, a good cop is even harder to find in Justice. Trust a man until you have reason not to. A cop? Caesar needed a reason to trust one in the first place. Whether this was because of or despite his own experience with law enforcement was unclear, perhaps even to the Man himself. The rare occasions he found an honest one, well... It would be nice to have an ally with legal standing. 

	Caesar revved his trike, intoning a further, [color=orangered]"Grab my belt. Try not to squeeze."[/color] before throwing his coat back to accommodate and, three seconds later, pulling away from the hospital entrance. A series of turns and lane changes later, The pair found themselves at a Mom & Pop Taqueria. Standard fare, Mexican beer, coffee, horchata, and privacy - with public just a few steps away. 

	There was also a television set, simulcast en español, blaring something about a Mr. and Mrs. White of Boston Heights, dead along with a psychiatrist in an apparent murder/suicide. Hmm. 

	Caesar assimilated what information he could from the television, grabbed his order, and settled into a booth. Typically, he chose to face the door and loosen his pistol in his belt. [color=orangered]"I've isolated key portions of the videos I took last night and earlier today. One is from Danica's fall. Other is from a private investigation. I need to know if anything looks familiar to you, anyone out of place."[/color]

	It was a lot to throw at someone all at once. The older man softened his face (as possible as that was, considering it was HIM) and continued, [color=orangered]"It can wait a few minutes, niña. Eat. Have a beer, three, whatever. On me. What happened today?"[/color]