"Fetish?" He looks between that missing finger and Deputy Pratt like he's trying to recalculate some internal clock settings in his brain. "What, did someone eat it?" Don't ask him why that's the first thing his mind leaps to. Don't ask.

"I know I don't have a right to tell you your own business, but I hope you don't make a habit out of getting hurt that badly all the time. Unless you're saying it will grow back?"