Laird’s POV
I leaned against the wall with one hand. Several times I assessed the situation and remembered Alan's words that kept boiling my blood. I glared sharply at Alan, and the man slowly got up. Unfortunately, he just chuckled and even had time to straighten his shirt.
"Ignore him, sir. He's just jealous of me," Alan still chuckled.
"Please get my wallet, sir. I need to sign a check to pay this honorable Mr. Evans," Alan said casually to the older officer.
The older officer let out a long sigh and nodded at the other officer in the room. The slightly younger officer finally left the room.
"Truly, your service is very satisfying. You protect me, give me painkillers and water, and now you're going to get my wallet," Alan said cheerfully as he sat again on the chair.
"Don't get co
