Walking through the path showed the three newcomers the aftermath of the struggle. Multiple desks were pushed out of the way, while some chairs were left broken. Tiny pools of blood were on the floor, drawing a trail to where the injured officers were. However, the floor was already being cleaned by the utility personnel.
They were led to one of the small rooms for interrogation. Normally, they would only have two officers and the person in here, but since Sinclair insisted on witnessing it, the inspector wouldn't turn him down. Not only was it quite a death wish, but there was simply nothing to hide.
"Mr. Leneghan, do you know why we called for you today?" Jefferson asked with a smile after everyone settled in the small interrogation room. He was accompanied by another officer.
"I was told that you wanted my side of the story… about what happened in Fourteenth Street earlier," Ainsley answered. He had regained his usual confidence, forgetting the sights earlier in the precinct lobby. "Have you gone to see Stephen? Stephen Abbott?"
"We had, actually. However, the doctors were still trying to resuscitate him." Jefferson then received the folder handed to him by the other officer. "These are screenshots from the camera facing the street. Can you tell us what's going in here?"
Ainsley took a look, raising the photos enough for Sinclair to see it over his shoulder. It was the time when Stephen and Ainsley were brawling on the street side. It was barely visible that the old man's face was already graying. The next few ones were when Gavyn went to rescue him and kicked the old man into the path of a speeding truck.
The victim's eyes narrowed as he tried to make out the face of the old man. It was simply hard to tell from the pixelated shots of the camera. He then placed them down. "That's me… getting attacked… and Mr. Hawke saving me."
"How about this man? Do you recognize him?" Jefferson presented a photo of the truck driver. Ainsley only identified him by that, not seeing what was wrong with it. The inspector nodded before taking the photos back. He then continued: "Can you describe what happened, Mr. Leneghan?"
…
Thunk! The can rolled into the alley and hit the innocent post. Ainsley pouted as he walked with Sinclair back to his apartment. They would use the car, but Sinclair decided to take Ainsley out on a walk. After all, the man was visibly upset.
"He didn't believe me, did he?" Ainsley spoke in a sulky voice while walking backward, eyes seeking the agreement in Sinclair's eyes. "Why does he look like he is suspecting every little thing I do? Argh, I don't like it. Hey, hey, you're going to give me a good lawyer if ever, right?"
"Sure. The best even." Even if he was not paying a lot of attention to Ainsley, Sinclair still answered. He then realized that Ainsley grew more upset. His eyes lifted from the phone in his hand, only to see a rather ugly expression on the best friend's face. He pocketed his phone and spoke again, "Leo, it's his job to be suspicious of things. Leave him be.
"I haven't taken my lunch yet. Do you want to eat out with me?" Sinclair was quick to pull Ainsley's attention away from the matter in a snap. As if on cue, Ainsley's tummy even growled. "I made reservations along the way. Let's go."
"Geez, you didn't even have to ask!"
The two walked to the first-class restaurant that Sinclair spotted nearby. Even if they were not in fancy suits, the staff still gave them top-class service. After all, who could not recognize Sinclair King when one stood a meter away from him? Even if the person could not tell, the aura of the dragon was enough to compel them to serve him.
In a private room, Ainsley was eating as much as he wanted again. Sinclair was doing the same, albeit him scrolling through his phone as if reading something. The best friend didn't mind as he knew that it could be work that Sinclair brought with him.
He sighed inwardly. It was so hard to be a CEO…
Soon, an attendant came inside to serve the refills of their drinks. Another one followed her in, but it seemed to be the manager since the man didn't move in to help her. She placed down pitchers of water and iced tea at the side before picking up the almost empty ones and refilling their glasses before she took the pitchers away.
When she stood next to Sinclair, the dragon only watched her refilling his glass at the corner of his eye. Since he stopped browsing his phone on the table when she came, he continued to eat… until he realized that the tea started to spill from the glass. He took a look at her and took in the exhausted look on her face.
She looked too pale that even her makeup couldn't save her complexion. Her eyes were losing focus, and her mouth remained open in a gap. It was as if she had fallen into a daze all of a sudden. Even after the pitcher was empty, she was still standing there… unmoving.
She only came to when she breathed loudly all of a sudden. In a quick movement, she covered her mouth that had a streak of drool crawling at the side. Her hand also jerked to keep the pitcher upright. However, the weightlessness signaled her to look down and stare at what she had done.
For one moment, she froze. It was as if her brain couldn't process how she messed up in serving their VVIP customer.
"Get me another glass." Sinclair only sighed as he reached out and practically knocked the glass on his own. He had taken his phone out of the way, after all.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry." The server quickly moved to deal with the problem. It was a cue from the manager to frown and investigate. He could only see the back of the server, so he couldn't tell what was happening.
However, Sinclair didn't scold her out loud because he was merciful. Not only would their lunch be bothered too much should it blow up, but it was also an excuse for the restaurant to bother him after the incident. Moreover, that girl…
She would make a good sample.