Where he might be

Deacon made a movement to land on the ground, and she moved away from him to land. He landed on the floor and looked at her.

"That means he is at the police station, we both know Ralph is not a criminal he will come back." Deacon declared.

"I am getting worried, I think I will go and look for him there." Lucinda stated with trembling lips.

"You can go and look for him there, don’t get angry if he yells at you and accuses you of stalking him." Deacon stated and Lucinda nods.

"He won’t think that way." She assured and walked away.

"Tell him to come and see me, don’t forget!" Deacon yelled as Lucinda walked out of the hole.

She became invisible and flew through the walls of the company.  She landed on the main floor of the company and turned back to normal.

She walked to the entrance of the company and greeted the security man goodbye.  She entered another taxi going to the police station.

Ralph was in a dark room, and the only light in the room was coming from a bulb that was above his head and a male FBI agent who was glaring at him.

"So tell me, Mr Ralph, how did it all happen? He said, folding his hand on the table.

"I will tell you what I saw, I was only a witness, not the culprit." Ralph muttered.

"Speak up, stop beating around the bush." He shrugged and Ralph inhaled and exhaled.

"Mr Louis called me to his office to show me something, he walked to his drawer and when he was about to bring something out of his drawer and show it to me, a witch appeared behind him and stabbed him to death right before my eyes." Ralph stated solemnly, and the man burst out laughing.

"Do you believe I am a baby? That I will believe all your lies? Do you take me for a fool?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I am not lying; it was a witch." Ralph repeated.

"You are just making up stories to cover up the crime you committed." The man said, folding his hand and Ralph clenching his fist under the table, he was extremely angry and tired of explaining himself.

"I swear I saw it, It was a witch with grey hair and long pointy teeth." Ralph remarked, and the man chuckled.

"So what evidence do you want to support your claims that witches exist." The man said, air quoting the sentence with his hand. Ralph sighed and put his hand on his face.

"Answer me!!" the man yelled, hitting his hand on the table, and Ralph looked up at him.

"I know you are an FBI agent, but can I ask a question." Ralph asked bluntly.

"Yes, go on." The man replied, glaring at Ralph.         

"Before you guys came to arrest me, have you checked the CCTV footage." Ralph inquired, and the man’s jaw dropped.

"What is the reaction you have?" Ralph muttered.