"Oh, there is no need to worry, David, we were just having a bit of a talk, I'm his father, Henry Crosby, no relation to the hockey player. We were just waiting on someone, but it looks like they're running late." He would gaze in the direction of the tarp markets for a little bit, before his son gave him a nod, Henry returning the favor. "Well, what brings an officer like you here to the park at such a time? I've heard about that dreadful stock trader murder, but that's what you get when you live in such a competitive district, as you'll be under the watch of people who are deranged and psychopathic over winning. I heard that he got life imprisonment with no parole for what he had done, especially with that threat he made to a billionaire in court," he continued, as some people on the streets continued to walk along, a female banker taking a break at a park bench to eat her lunch, having just left Greene Banking.