The car stopped in front of the police station, and a tall figure stepped out, walking towards the man at the entrance.
"The case has been decided," Joseph said.
Joseph extinguished his cigarette, tossing it to the ground and crushing it underfoot. "William has a severe mental illness. He's been sentenced to life imprisonment and will be taken away this afternoon. The people inside told me he wants to see you."
James remained silent, following Joseph's lead, and the two of them got into the car.
"You know, he's really lucky," James replied as Joseph drove, "He was coughing up blood and looked terrible, but he managed to stay alive, though it probably won't do him much good. He might spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital."
James had been quiet, and for some reason, he felt a
