John sat for a moment, considering the offer. He didn't know Officer McCoy specifically, but he was nominally on the rolls of CPD as a medical consultant who got called in from time to time. Typically when the city examiner was on vacation, but once in a while they just wanted a second set of eyes, and he was both regularly available and didn't charge much. On his end, business had been slow, and even at the best of times his typical clientele wasn't the sort who could pay exorbitant doctor's fees. He still needed to eat, and every little bit helped pay for necessities.<br/><br/>He slung a forensics kit into his backpack, then slipped on his shoulder holster underneath his jacket and headed off to the requested rendezvous. Archer Avenue wasn't too far away, and he knew the quickest route that avoided more dangerous territory. Smiling at the person behind the counter of the Chinese take-out joint, he asked for the sea cucumbers he had ordered earlier and stepped back to wait.