"Yeah, walking into an empty warehouse in the dark in the middle of the night where you know some girls have been murdered seems real safe," Hopper answers in a deadpan voice. It might not be the nicest thing he's ever said, but he isn't yelling and the expression he's wearing hopefully communicates that it's coming from a place of genuine concern.

He heaves a sigh and scrubs a hand over his face.

"Look, this arrangement we've got, it works, right?" he asks. "So you gotta trust me more when it comes to this stuff. I'm a halfway decent detective and we should make sure we do this shit properly so these people get put away."