Paco accidentally saw a lot of bad shit on the streets, it wasn't uncommon to witness things he shouldn't but this one? Shit. That wasn't some normal mugging, those people were rich. Like fancy rich. And they had a kid. The whole thing was a bit much to take in, it wasn't just some drug dealer getting shot like last time or a gang feud gone bad. These were respectable people.

While the police were busy gathering evidence, Paco watched the boy crying and wondered who was going to come and pick him up. Who was supposed to help him now? Paco knew the wise thing to do was just to leave but he didn't. He hesitated and slid down from the perch he'd been on, just above where Hartley was standing. Paco landed awkward on his feet and cleared his throat. "You okay?" Obvious but what else did he say?