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"Come in, Sergeant," Jeremiah's voice carried well with actually having to raise it, his accent so very obvious even after all these years in the states. Once the door was pushed open there was a desk with only two pictures on it, both of which were faced towards the window and the chair that were behind it.

There was a board that had his case work on the three missing teens, still up and the files there. It was a reminder of his promise. It was still his case, it was still what he devoted time too in between other cases. Just how much? That was his business.

The Detective Lieutenant himself was finishing up the last bit of a report before he was pushing himself up to stand.

"Good to finally meet you, Sergeant Kuroda." Jeremiah's face was neutral, blue-green eyes studying the Sergeant. He was dressed in his usual work attire, though the shirt looked to be a thicker material the warming weather would dictate. There were always layers with this man now. "Detective Lieutenant Jeremiah Mercer," he said as he moved around his desk and held out his hand.

His office was mostly plain, every bit of it organized and clearly kept that way on a regular basis. There was a couch for overnighters - and there had been several - and then his desk with only two personal effects on it that were the pictures.

The only out of place thing on the Detective Lieutenant was the calla lily that was on his vest but otherwise he was extremely well put together. He was never without his shoulder holster or gun, even in a town that was supposedly quiet. Neat and tidy, Jeremiah Mercer was immaculate from the perfectly maintained level of stubble to the way his hair was combed. His expressions were neutral, just the slightest twitch of lips every now and then. This was a man who gave away only what was meant to be seen.

Jeremiah's grip was firm as well, short, and his hand falling back to his side. "Not in the slightest," he replied and gestured to one of the two chairs in front of his desk, "have a seat, Sergeant. I've already spoken to both the Chief and the Captain. We've been down a detective since Barber retired three months ago, so it is good to finally see someone. "

The sergeant was given a slight eyebrow raise. "What would make you think he was the only other one? This is a town with a fairly large population and as such we have seven detectives."

Jeremiah's expression was still neutral, nothing given away. "You'll be the eighth and fill in the position that has been vacant since Barber left." He was going to have a seat but then stopped himself, a hand resting on case files to be handed out shortly. "Most of the time you'll probably find yourself bored, especially considering you're from New York but there is more than enough to keep your mind sharp."

"Theft, assaults, wellness checks, the occasional drug dealer, and dealing with the graffiti." Jeremiah's lips twitched a bit, the first sight of an expression. The explanation would never be easy if the rest of the town knew.

"The last death that required an investigation was back in March and that turned out to be drug related." The silver-haired man finally took his seat and flipped open one of the case files on top before sliding it to Shun. It was a B&E case wherein the house had been thoroughly wrecked and it was one of the cases to be assigned shortly. Just so he would see one of the more usual cases.

"There is usually more than enough to keep you occupied but you are likely use to things happening far more often than they do here in Ashdown."

"You are more likely to always have whispers here but never true quiet." If they were going to allude to the way things were. "There is always some thing or the other but it may not be as exciting as you'd want it to be." Jeremiah shook his head, blue-green eyes glinting. "Or that I'd like to be."

The case was picked up and slid back into it's stack so that it could be assigned out.

"It showed up not that long after that spell of fog where we had to issue a restriction on people even heading outside. You had no visibility past a foot in front of yourself." There was a teacup that sat on his desk, on a coaster, and he leaned to pick it up and have a drink. "At the moment it's believed that there's a group of art students from Rider-Waite that are trying to make some kind of artistic statement. Not gang related as there's little to no gang activity here. We are quick to move on anything that is tied to mafia, cartel, or gangs."

Seriously. The moment there was any scent of gang activity, it was squashed.

Jeremiah caught the head tilt even with as quickly as Shun shook it off. "I know it sounds like typical small town gossip and over exaggeration but there's video of it and everything. Just check out the hashtag fogpocalypse2016. You'll find everything about it."

The comment about the foothold probably pulled the most reaction out of him, the corner of his mouth lifting up into a slight smirk. "It's one of the main focuses in the town. The Chief believes in a strong police presence to make sure everyone is aware and that those that may be less scrupulous and part of the underworld," sometimes he really loathed that word, "know better than to get involved here."

His expression evened back out about the graffiti, just the slight lift and fall of his shoulders. "No, just street art. I will however advise you that should you look into it, please avoid the Shore mansion. They're about one step away from filing against us because a few officers got a little too exuberant and accused some of their interns of the graffiti. Not any of my detectives either otherwise I would have put them through their paces."

"Best to always keep an eye out. Sharp eyes are a requirement that I have personally for my detectives." Jeremiah meant it as well. A sharp eye for detail and attention to the little things that most would let go unnoticed was something he wanted everyone to be able to do if they wanted to call themselves detective here.

"Not particularly. The case with the missing teens is on the back burner until we have any more leads but if something comes up, that'll be back to high priority." Jeremiah pushed himself up from his desk and tilted his head towards the door. "If you'd join me, I need to get these cases handed out and you can introduce yourself to the rest of the squad."