When I saw how his expression tightened, I almost laughed again, but fortunately, I managed to hold myself back at the last mont. The situation was far too serious for laughter... though a short laugh escaped anyway.
After struggling to regain my composure, I said:
"I don’t know exactly."
A look of clear confusion appeared on his face.
"Are you serious?"
This ti, I answered seriously:
"Sothing bad is going to happen. It’ll lead to the end of the Street Sons, but I don’t know the details."
"Are you being serious, or are you joking?"
"I’m serious. Why would you think I’m joking?"
He sighed.
"You know what... forget it. You don’t know any details about this, do you?"
I shook my head.
"No."
"Then why do you believe it’ll happen?"
"Call it intuition."
He leaned back on the couch again, resting his elbow on the armrest and his head on his hand.
"I’ll keep your warning in mind."
It was obvious he didn’t take seriously. I can’t really bla him. I don’t have any proof. Even I don’t know how or when it’ll happen. Would he believe if I told him I’m Jevan, but from the future? I doubt it. He’d probably think I’m mocking him.
I left the room and walked through the wall until I reached the spot where Jevan and the others were playing cards. I sat on the ground beside them, watching quietly.
There was sothing comforting about seeing them like this. For a mont, I felt sothing close to nostalgia, but I didn’t allow it to linger. I’m not Jevan, after all...
***
At the sa ti, inside Bureau of Public Investigation
In a quiet office filled with the scent of coffee and cigarettes, Inspector Edward Graves sat behind his large desk, reading through a stack of docunts with full focus. On the table before him sat a half filled cup of coffee.
He reached out to grab the cup, but the door suddenly burst open with a powerful kick, making the desk shake and the cup tip over, spilling coffee all over the papers.
Inspector Griffin walked in through the doorway, his voice loud and brimming with energy:
"Hey, Edward! Want to go out for dinner?"
Edward didn’t move. He just stared at the soaked docunts, then looked up at him with a sharp glare.
Griffin walked closer, pretending to be innocent as he glanced at the table.
"Aren’t those the papers from your latest case?"
Edward took a deep breath and said calmly:
"You’re paying back for this, idiot."
"And what does that have to do with ? You’re the one who spilled the coffee on your papers."
"How many tis have I told you to knock before entering?"
"Alright, alright, don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you."
"And how exactly do you plan to do that, for heaven’s sake?"
"I’ll buy you dinner."
Edward looked at him, then picked up one of the wet papers and sighed.
"Two plates of marinated grilled at from that new fancy restaurant."
Griffin’s eyes widened.
"Are you trying to bankrupt ? Have so rcy on your old friend!"
Edward replied sarcastically as he set the paper aside:
"You should’ve knocked on the door, after all."
Griffin checked his pockets.
"Alright, wait here a bit. I’ll be right back."
He left Edward’s office and headed toward his own on the other side of the corridor. When he arrived, he found Cornelius Wright, his trainee, standing in front of the massive file shelves, organizing them carefully.
Griffin snuck up behind him, placed a hand on his shoulder, and said in an overly friendly tone:
"Cornelius, my dear friend, could you lend so money?"
Cornelius turned toward him, sighed, and said:
"You still owe two silver coins, rember?"
Griffin smiled.
"Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back. I promise."
Cornelius stepped back, pulled a file from the shelf, and said:
"Sorry, but I don’t trust you."
Griffin placed a hand on his chest dramatically.
"Cornelius! You’ve always been my favorite trainee!"
Cornelius replied without looking up from the file:
"I’m your only trainee."
"Which makes you my favorite, doesn’t it?"
"Thanks for the complint if we can even call it that but I still refuse."
Griffin leaned closer, resting against the table in front of him.
"I could put in a good word for you in the monthly report to the administration."
"That would be illegal."
"Only if soone finds out."
Cornelius sighed as he placed the file on the table.
"How on earth did you even beco an inspector?"
"You’re insulting your superior now. That’s against Bureau regulations."
"I didn’t insult you. I just asked a logical question."
"Co on, do it for your favorite inspector."
"You’re not even in my top ten favorite inspectors."
"That hurts, you know?"
"I’m just being honest."
"If I’m not first, then who is? Don’t tell you put Edward there."
"Inspector Edward? Of course not, but he’s a great inspector. I’d probably put him in second place."
"And who’s in first, then?"
"Inspector Martha, obviously."
"Martha? Are you sure about that?"
"What do you an? She’s perfect. Precise, organized, strict with Bureau rules, excellent at everything she does... and on top of that, she’s stunning."
Griffin smirked slyly.
"Sounds like you’ve got a crush on her?"
Cornelius’s cheeks turned red.
"? No, of course not! I an, I just admire her professionalism and dedication to work, that’s all."
"Alright then, what if I told you I could arrange a private eting between the two of you?"
"A eting?"
"Yes. A simple eting maybe a short conversation with Martha in exchange for one small favor."
"And what’s that favor?"
"A small loan. Five silver coins, no more."
"Are you trying to rob ? Are you even an inspector, or just a scam artist?"
"That’s a huge insult to and to my identity as a Bureau inspector! But I’m a forgiving man, so I’ll let it slide. After all, I’m offering you the deal of a lifeti: a private eting with Martha for just five coins. Isn’t that pure generosity?"
Cornelius hesitated, but eventually pulled his wallet from his coat pocket, took out a note worth five silver coins, and handed it to Griffin reluctantly.
Griffin’s eyes lit up the mont he saw it. He grabbed it quickly.
"A successful deal, my dear friend."
He then left the office and headed toward Inspector Martha’s section. When he arrived, Martha was just leaving her office, holding a few papers in her hands. He stepped in front of her with a smile.
"Hello..."
"No."
"But I haven’t even said anything yet!"
"You only co to when you want sothing."
"That’s... kind of true, but this ti I’m here to offer you a profitable deal."
She eyed him suspiciously.
"What exactly do you want?"
"I want you to et my trainee. He’s one of your biggest admirers."
"And in return?"
"In return, I’ll arrange a dinner for you and Edward at the new fancy restaurant."
The mont Martha heard that, she replied imdiately:
"When should I et your trainee?"
"We can go right now."
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