Investigation of the Scam Case (Part 3)

The moment I approached, the guy in the bandana was already squirming, like he could feel something off about me. His eyes narrowed, and he made a face, like my presence was some kind of irritant.

"You're makin' my eyes sting," he snapped, waving the wine bottle at me, as if he could shoo me away with that alone. "Get the hell outta here!"

I raised my hands, palms out, trying to keep things calm. "Easy, I'm just trying to figure out what happened back there with the kids. They said you smashed their toy—"

"Pheh! Couldn't care less about those brats," he cut me off, spitting at my feet. His hostility wasn't exactly subtle. "And you! Who do you think you are, ah? Trying to play the hero? You got some nice arms, there buddy, but don't ya start thinkin' that'll be your gateway to become a hero. Stop pretending to be one. Now, do yourself a favor and leave, or this hammer'll do the talking for me."