12-27-2022, 01:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-27-2022, 01:33 PM by Gareth Scott.)
Gareth had been to the police station several times before, mostly to harass the police for information. Today was different. He had information. But that didn't mean he didn't carry a notebook and pencil in his pocket, because who knew what new details he might learn. He just hoped he didn't have to deal with that loafer, Crane. Crane hated his guts anyway (he couldn't think why...) so the constable would probably take extra care to do absolutely nothing with his report. Indeed, Gareth wouldn't have come at all if he hadn't heard about the recent police reforms.
The young reporter took a deep breath, then stepped inside, moving straight toward the nearest desk that had a constable behind it. "Pardon me, constable, I'd like to report a possible crime."
The young reporter took a deep breath, then stepped inside, moving straight toward the nearest desk that had a constable behind it. "Pardon me, constable, I'd like to report a possible crime."