I didn't think it was a 'cop' problem.

            What appeared to be a FRUSTRATED expression furrowed itself deeply           into Lucille’s facial features. Pasty, hard hands hid themselves within the pockets of                     his sepia tinted trench coat. Farwolaeth City was hardly a place for a kid,            let alone a LIVING one. With gangs floating around and starting a FIGHT                     with practically anything that moved, Lucille took it upon himself to take PITY            on the rather DETERMINED child.  ' Didn’t your parents tell you not to cling to strangers?            ' a sigh. ' And didn’t they tell you NOT to wander into dimensions you know           NOTHING about? '

            Vapors of a cancer-stick POLLUTED the crisp air around him, smoke drifting from         the lit end of the cigarette. A rather SOUR expression bestowed itself upon the     detective’s face-- or lack there of--but for him it wasn’t surprising to stumble upon him in       a state like this. Disgruntled, Lucille let out a deep sigh, dragging a bony palm down      his face with a much unneeded, over-dramatic exasperation. ' Why’re you here, then? '        he hissed, a silver tongue he had that came in handy much too often. ' If you offer me               no LEAD why bother being here, lady? ' 

‘Cupcake’ I called her.  But sweet things ruined my appetite.