At the police station.
Nathalie Quinlan and Amadeus Yancey were taken to separate interrogation rooms for questioning.
Jeff Quinlan rushed over, not even bothering to park his car properly, a storm brewing in his square face, he immediately grabbed a young officer upon entering the station, "Hello, comrade."
"What's the matter?" the young officer sized him up with a haughty attitude.
What kind of attitude was this!
Jeff Quinlan, whose company had successfully gone public a few years ago, considered himself a person of some repute in McKinney but had never tolerated such disrespect before. In the end, it all came down to Nathalie's disappointing behavior. He forced a smile, swallowed his pride, and asked, "I'd like to inquire about something."
"Did you arrest a girl involved in a mass fight? Her name is Nathalie Quinlan."
"Nathalie Quinlan? Seems like we did bring in someone by that name..."
"Where is she?"