"Oh my God!" The trainee looked at the door; she really wanted to go in and see.
"Really?" Stella was still questioning me.
"Really!"
The answer was simple, but the female cop knew what kind of danger I had been through.
"How could they possibly agree?"
"Because I want them to agree."
It was an irresistible tone, not because they were willing, but because I wanted them to be willing.
Stella trembled. She understood what my words meant.
Miami's Butcher!
I proved my title once again, without anyone able to question it.
"Why are you here. Do you worry about me?"
Stella angrily looked at me, "Because I'm a cop!"
I looked at the prompt above the female cop's head.
[Damn, why am I worried about him getting hurt?]
Haha, Stella has fallen in love with me.
"You're a good cop. Thank you!" I walked towards the Corvette. Unlocking the door, I pulled open the car door.
"Stella, are we going in to take a look?"
Stella seemed a bit hesitant.