"Someone put a knife in his chest, and she is. What's your interest in him?" Badd kept up the same flat, curt tone. He was a cop. His job in any interrogation was to get the maximum amount of information while giving away the minimum amount in return.

Home, though...he knew approximately what area Byrne was from, and not many details about it. The accent seemed to confirm they originated in the same place. Badd's attention wavered to the dreads and the gold in them, wishing Byrne had told him more about what his compatriots tended to look like. Badd had only seem them in lurid news reports before he met Byrne.