Alias: Det. Bobby Eliot
It wasn't often that Detective Bobby Eliot made it uptown. Most of the work he did for Narcotics was in the lower, seedier, parts of town, but in order to find the supply, he needed to find the demand. It stood to reason that the high and mighty of the city still needed their fix just like any other street junkie. So, on a hunch, he started going around to the different precincts, trying to get an idea just how widespread the distribution really was. If it was local, it could be dealt with quickly by only a few precincts, but if it involved all five boroughs, things were going to get really complicated, really quickly.
The thought had just crossed Bobby's mind when he pulled open the door to the precinct house. To sooner had he walked into the main hallway than a blonde-haired boy came barreling towards him. The desk sergeant and another detective were a few yards behind.
"Whoa, son, slow down there," Bobby said, moving in front of the doors to stop him.
"Daniel, wait!" the other detective called out.