Arthur's POV
Jackson and I parked and quickly got off our bikes, running towards the location the police had sent. We were met with burnt trees and a few of the officers scattered around.
“Mr. Wright,” I said, getting to the detective.
“Mr. Floyd,” he greeted with a nod to me and then to Jackson.
“What's the update?” I asked.
“He set the trees ablaze while we were on a hot chase. He had it all planned out. The firefighters are on it at the moment. We just need the go-ahead from them,” Mr. Wright said.
I took out my phone as I received a spam message. I was about to swipe it off but noticed the numbers. “Hey, Mr. Wright,” I called on him, turning the screen of my phone to him. “What does this mean?” I asked.
He took the phone, staring at the numbers for a minute, checked his tablet
