“So, Tanaka’s friend, is he already in his precinct?” Asked Brandon.
Seven in the morning, they already arrive at the police station where Tanaka’s friend is the sergeant. Asher is in the middle of texting someone when Brandon poking his shoulder.
“Did you even listen?”
“Oh, sorry, I need to inform Tanaka when we have arrived.”
“So, we have to wait?”
Asher’s pointing at the entrance of the precinct. “Not for long.”
A man with a beard adorned his cold face and sunglasses to maximize the look, standing in front of the precinct, while looking around, waiting for something, or someone. Asher and Brandon approach the man, he put off his sunglasses and then stares at the two-man.
“Mr. Poitier and Mr. Seymour?”
“Yes, that would be us.”
Before Brandon could even give him his hand, the man
