Simon was obviously surprised as well. He whispered to me, "This is impossible, Mark was just arrested... so Brown didn't have time to take his statement. Moreover, Mark would only confess to matters concerning Abel and wouldn't implicate the mayor. So... someone else is behind this, and they're acting even faster than we are."
Simon and I exchanged a glance, quickly ate a few bites, and hurriedly left the restaurant.
'No matter who this person is, what he's doing shouldn't conflict with us and might even help us. If I'm not mistaken, Tyrone should be released now.'
Simon came to a sudden stop outside the police station, and I jumped out of the passenger seat, holding back the urge to vomit. The aftereffects of the concussion still linger; I still get dizzy easily.
It was already quite
