"How much older?"
"Not sure. She’s in her twenties, though," I say. "It really does seem like it’s mostly the mom and the kid who are affected by this. She said it’s gotten worse over the past few months."
"Wait, worse?" Woods asks. "You said that things were bad, but you never said they were bad before."
I shrug. "It’s kind of hard to say," I reply. "She said he’s always been quiet, withdrawn. It’s just gotten worse as he’s gotten older. Hard to know if it’s just a teenage thing or whatever."
"Hm," Woods says softly. "I should probably talk to him to see where his head’s at before we do anything."
"That’s fine. We need to assess the mother anyway," I say, then tilt my head toward Salinas. "She seems pretty religious, so I’m sure it won’t be hard for her to open up to us. Well, one of us, anyway."
Salinas chuckles. "Great," he says. "Glad I’m useful in some way."
And then he leaves the car, ready to tackle another case. Almost excited. I think it would be annoying if I didn’t totally get it.