Stephens seemed preoccupied with the Tompkins Square murder, anyway. It was the sort of crime more up Stephens’s alley, anyway; no moral ambiguity, a pretty clear villain, enough sordid details to keep it interesting. In the meantime, Hank asked Andrew to come with him to Knight’s. “I still think this is highly inappropriate,” said Andrew, although he, at least, was done up in his best suit, a dark brown affair he had to be boiling within. They were walking from the elevated train to the Fifth Avenue home of Brigham Knight, so Hank figured Andrew had decided it was too late to back down. “You don’t have to do anything. You can take notes if you really want to, but I mostly just need someone else’s take on the matter. So just stand there and say nothing. Listen if you care to.” And he needed someone to support him and back him up if Knight became difficult, but articulating that to Andrew seemed like a fool’s errand, given how riled up he already was. Hank was confident if the situation did get hairy, he could count on Andrew’s instincts to back him up.
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