Quinn frowned and furrowed her eyebrows slightly. She'd only just arrived at the scene,
and had no idea what had happened. Blake, still lying helplessly on the ground, looked at
Quinn with a ray of hope and shouted, Officer, I'm Blake Carrington.
This man broke my nose and was about to kill me. Arrest him. Huh?
Quinn turned to Keith and whispered, what the hell's going on here? Keith exhaled
heavily. Uh, it's kind of difficult to explain, Sergeant.
We should probably get him to a doctor first. Quinn nodded and looked over to the edge
of the crowd. The hospital security had already arrived with a number of EMTs.
Over here, Quinn called out to them. Looks like we got a broken nose. Hearing the
officer's orders, the EMTs hurried over.
As they loaded Blake onto a stretcher, he wailed at Quinn. My father's taxes pay your
wages, officer. You better have an explanation for this.
Quinn gave Blake a sharp look and said, Mr. Carrington, it's the duty of every citizen to
pay taxes. My department is here to serve the people, not your father's company. Why
should I owe you any kind of explanation?
Furthermore, she went on, right now I'm off duty. So if you want to take this any further,
you'll need to call the station. There was a cold righteousness in her words that left no
room for judgment.
Blake was utterly humiliated and his expression turned resentful. He glared at Quinn in