читать дальше'so, what happened?' - Charlie put down a piece of chalk and turned around to face his bro.
'what, about case? well, the murderer is in jail now and his vics...'
'no, not about it'.
'than what?' - Don curiously looked at his sibling.
'why did you leave NY?'
'i've told you thousands of times. mom was ill and...'
'oh, come on! if that was the case, you would return to your East Side right after'.
'Charlie, i felt you and dad needed me...'
'there was something else, in NY', - prof interrupted his elder bro.
'why do you think this way?' - Don's voice seemed to be hurted somehow.
'statistics and math analyse'.
'what?'
'i tryed to analyse your chances in NYPD'.
'Charlie...'
'tell me. i'm curios'.
'oh, okey. you won't drop this matter, are you?'
Charlie nodded and Don inhaled deeply.
'you know the difference between NY and LA?'
'territory?' - Don shaked his head and youger continued. - 'econimics? population? crimes level?' - after another 'no' Charlie rose his hands. - 'i give up. what is it?'
'giving up isn't in your character, but i won't even try to solve this. so, you missed human factor'.
'hey, i did mention...'
'you mentioned numbers without thinking about those who lie behind. about particular people'.
*** В общем, просто кусок. дальше пошёл кроссоверный бред) мне здесь просто что-то зацепилось, вот и всё)