Max fluidly pulled the phone back off the table and slipped it into his jacket pocket, but he didn't immediately stand up to leave. Instead, he lingered, thoroughly enjoying the rare privilege of seeing Detective Marvin Morgan just sit there in absolute bewilderment.
In his past life, Max had occasionally been on the receiving end of this man's sharp intellect, forced to watch from the shadows as Marvin meticulously pieced together an amazing reveal and brought a complex investigation to its definitive conclusion. Max had even witnessed the detective handle himself in a physical brawl; Marvin had spent a significant portion of his early career working grueling undercover assignments, making him an incredibly competent fighter. Of course, looking at the graying hair and the deep lines around the detective's eyes, those peak athletic years were firmly behind him now, but the lethal instinct remained intact.
