Niikura was about to say something about how boring that was, that he was expecting some serial killer background, but then Gant pressed on and delivered what was, he guessed, the old man's bomb.

"Really." The teen's eyebrows raised. A vigilante? Badd? Heh, he should've known! The older cop, after all, had that lone wolf attitude that resonated with his own, that idea that he could take things into his own hands. But still, his vigilante-senses (like he'd ever had those) hadn't gone off...maybe Badd had been trying to put it behind him. But for what reason?

'For what reason' was probably exactly what Gant was going to say next. "How'd ya hear about somethin' like that, huh? That kinda side job isn't exactly somethin' to be shared at the water cooler."