The next day I go to the police station again. Since I come early, Officer Williams asks me to wait in the waiting room. Inspector Moore is nowhere in his office.
There are many activities in the police station. Some police are answering the phones, and the others are working on their tables. I see some come with their arresting people. One thing I know, they lack personnel. Somehow, I observe each police that passes me. Some seem tired; the others look okay. Officer Williams is in the first category, but still, he serves me well.
Then a realization hits me. There are two types of police: good and bad cops. Jacob, for sure, is the bad cop. But, Officer Williams, I think he’s a good cop. Well, not only because Officer Williams serves me well, but also since I see his appearance. Officer
