It takes the officials three years to find Matt. He's tucked away in a dingy apartment in the part of Miami where if you step out without a weapon, you're going to die. From the police point of view, it appears that all Matt's been doing is playing every single gun-related game that's come out on the Nintendo. From Matt's, he's been researching.
Apparently, Matt didn't know about L's death. Or Near's. Or Mello's for that matter. But for a guy whose 'family' has been murdered by a Death God, murdered by Matt's best friend, and committed suicide respectively doesn't seem to be showing a lot of emotion. In fact, he looks itching to get back to Kane and Lynch: Dead Men. There's just one last thing for them to say – Matt's L.
This throws him. You can tell from behind the goggles. His eyes widen, his limbs stiffen, and you could even say his breathing stops for a second. "Okay," he says, "So what do I do now?"
"Come with us. Now."
Matt's never been a fan of snotty demands, and he raises an eyebrow and looks at the guy. "So. I'm L, you say." the cop nods. "And you are?"
"Sergeant Abraham Nichols."
"And therefore, that would mean that I'm of higher authority than you, Sergeant Abraham Nichols. And by that logic, get the hell off my property."
This wasn't going to as easy as they'd thought. Well. Nothing ever is.
