"Mr. Quinn's funeral is actually in the hands of Grande!" Old Ford's entire body was buried behind a mountain of stacked documents. This is the number of documents and information that the real big funeral owner has. The cemetery was reclaimed by the government, which had an impact on every funeral industry. By comparison, the Ford Funeral Home, which once had the largest number of burial areas, had the greatest impact.
Benjamin looks out the window, where Kim (James) and a group of workers are loading the statue of Gabriel into the werewolf's van. Benjamin smiled and responded: "Our Grand cemetery in Barton South District is the farthest from the city center, and no one cares about it. There is no need for the city government to take it back."
The cemetery is being reclaimed by Barton Council for new housing developments. Like the Grand South District, which is on the outskirts of the city and close to the prison, there is naturally no market, and it has become the only preserved cemetery in Barton City. Mrs. Queen wanted a traditional funeral, and the Grand House was the only place to go.
"That's fine!" Ford poked his head out of the documents and looked out the window cautiously: "Those reporters who have been snooping around lately can leave as well!"
Benjamin also noticed this. There were scattered reporters around the Ford Funeral Home, squatting outside with bulky cameras. People who came in and out were always harassed by them, and they were all inquiring about the funeral of the Quinn family.
It appears that word of Mr. Quinn's death has spread in Barton North. After all, he is a representative of the older generation in Barton City, and the media seems to be very **.
Benjamin picked up a document casually, a dense list, records, accounts... Ford snatched the document from Benjamin's hand and glared at Benjamin: "What are you doing! Leave as soon as you receive the stones and statues!"
Only then did Benjamin realize the real reason why Ford was afraid of those reporters, but he didn't know it either. He scratched his cheek covered by his beard: "Can I make a call?"
Ford moved the documents on his desk angrily, revealed the phone, and pushed it in front of Benjamin, "Are you thinking about the stones in our warehouse? Anyway, we don't need them here anymore, so I can give them to you! But I can’t guarantee that the call will get through!”
Benjamin picked up the receiver and inserted his fingers into the round dial. Swish, the dial turns, click, click, click, click, the dial turns, click, click...
Ford was still rambling, "Barton Telecom sent someone to check this morning. I think it's called Fitz or something. It's almost eleven now! He hasn't come yet. I want to file a complaint against him..."
Benjamin had automatically blocked Ford's complaints because the call was connected.
"Grand Funeral Home, how can I help you?" came an unusually sweet voice.
Benjamin got goosebumps all over, and it took him a moment to realize that it was Louise.
"Where's Zach?"
"What do you want? Mr. Grande is..."
"It's me, Benjamin!"
"Oh, wait a minute." Louise's voice finally became normal.
Benjamin looked at Ford awkwardly and explained: "New here."
Ford pouted and continued to immerse himself in the documents.
"Benjamin! Did you receive the statue?"
"I got it. I'm here at Ford now. There are still many useless stone statues in their warehouse. Do you want to collect them together? Ford is willing to give them to us."
"Pull it yourself!" Ford raised his head and shouted, making sure Zach on the phone could hear him.
Zach: "That's great! Thank you Mr. Ford for me!"
Benjamin smiled at Ford and continued to talk to the phone: "That's okay. By the way, don't let Louise answer the phone again!"
"hehe… "
Benjamin put the phone away and pushed it back. Jin outside the window had already gotten into the passenger seat and looked over. Benjamin stood up, bowed slightly to express his thanks to Ford, and was about to leave.
A man dressed as a worker pushed open Ford's office, followed by a thin young man with messy red hair and a face full of freckles.
"Mr. Ford, the people from Barton Telecom are here."
"Huh!" Ford glanced at it and pointed to the phone on the table: "Are you finally here? I just made an insignificant call, no problem! Once it is an important call, it can't be reached! What's wrong with you guys!"
Benjamin shrugged, not paying attention to Ford's teasing, and consciously stepped away and walked out.
Ford seemed to be angry: "You! You you! Fitz or something! I want to file a complaint against you!"
"I'm not Fitz. Fitz is on leave. I'm David..."
"David! I don't care about taking time off or anything! David and Fitz! I'm going to file a complaint against you two!"
Benjamin exited the office.
As soon as he got in the car, Jin, whose face was dusty from moving the statue, had already fastened his seat belt and anxiously urged: "What's taking you so long? Come on, we should go to the Barton Police Station!"
Benjamin fastened his seat belt slowly and moved the truck, "Why are you so anxious? Have you thought about what you will do if you meet another James? Let a bunch of police officers see two people who look the same. One-on-one?"
Jin was speechless for a moment.
Benjamin turned the wheel and tapped his radio as usual.
"What will you do?" Jin asked, and he was also curious about why vampires and werewolves were interested in the aliens who attacked him. Protect the citizens of Barton? Kim doesn't think so.
"Well." Benjamin protracted: "Bring him back to Grande, and then ask him why he came to Barton City."
"You won't kill, uh, or eliminate him?" Jin was a little surprised.
"It depends on the situation." Benjamin frowned: "If he just wants to live a quiet life like me, Zach, and Alice, the Grand House can have another brother."
Jin looked at the werewolf with an incredulous expression. At this time, he also remembered that during the conversation between the three of them in the early morning, the vampire and the werewolf did not intend to kill or eliminate the 'monsters' causing trouble in Barton City at all! To be precise, their word is 'care'!
Jin realized that these two alien races were not concerned about the people in Barton City, but their own safety in Barton City! Just like a wolf hiding in a flock of sheep, the exposure of an individual will arouse the vigilance of the entire flock. The Grand House cares about its own safety!
"Then what if he is not the same as you? What will you do?!" Jin asked.
"Kill." The werewolf shrugged.
Half an hour later, Barton Police Station.
Benjamin stood at the deserted reception desk and looked inside.
Normally, there should be uniformed police officers here to receive them, but there seemed to be none today. Not only that, Benjamin looked through the reception desk and saw that there didn't seem to be many detectives in civilian clothes inside the police station. Instead, the police officers walked by in a hurry, looking like they were busy with official duties.
Benjamin didn't know that early this morning, Director Colon gave the detectives of the Barton North District Headquarters a holiday, and now only the police officers who maintained daily security were working.
No one paid attention to Benjamin. He was just thinking about whether to just walk in and explore on his own.
"Hey! Sir! How can I help you?" Benjamin felt someone pat him behind him. He turned around and saw a short female police officer walking by holding a pile of documents. She opened the front door with difficulty. Want to get in.
Benjamin reached out to help her open the door, picked up a few fallen documents, and handed them to the policewoman who was already sitting behind the front desk: "I'm looking for James Lance."
Benjamin realized that the height difference between the standing and sitting height of the policewoman in front of him could be ignored, and he immediately took a step back consciously. The werewolf knew that his figure sometimes put pressure on people. He looked around and scratched his head: "But, I don't seem to see him."
"Thank you!" The policewoman calmed down her rapid breathing, casually moved her hair away from her forehead, showed a smile, expressed her gratitude to Benjamin, and then asked: "Are you looking for Detective Lance? Who are you?" "
"Oh!" Benjamin rubbed his right hand on his coat a few times and reached out to the policewoman: "We once served in the same army and we were friends. I heard that he came to work at the Barton Police Station, so I came to take a look."
The policewoman smiled and held Benjamin's hand that had not become very clean even if it was rubbed on his body. It was rough but broad and warm, and his head seemed to understand. 'Once', past tense
"Didn't he come today?" Benjamin finished building the image of an honest veteran and asked what he wanted to ask.
The policewoman shook her head regretfully: "Sorry, he just left with his partner half an hour ago."
"The life of a police detective must be very busy." Benjamin pursed his lips, smiled a little disappointed, and stepped back as if to leave. He knows that the contrast between appearance and expression is the most useful weapon for women.
"Wait a minute!" Sure enough, the policewoman called out to Benjamin, a man who was once a second-generation comrade in the military and rose to prominence, but no one cared about him and could only "leave sadly." "You can leave a message, and I can replace him." Tell him!"
Benjamin stopped, looked like he was thinking, and finally shook his head, "No need..." before turning around and leaving.
"Wait!" The policewoman's voice was obviously anxious. Woman... "You can leave your phone number, and I can guarantee that he will call you!"
Benjamin stopped again, his dark brown eyebrows knitted together, as if he was having a fierce ideological struggle.
The policewoman breathed a sigh of relief and decided to add more information: "You know the police detectives are busy with disappearance cases these days, so they rarely have free time. It is normal for Detective Lance to neglect contacting his former friends."
Instead, the girl comforted Benjamin.
Benjamin suppressed the guilt of deceiving this kind policewoman, nodded, walked back to the reception desk, and looked at the policewoman with gratitude, "Thank you, do you have a pen and paper?"
The policewoman took out a pen and a stack of notes from the front pocket of her uniform and handed them to Benjamin. Benjamin took it, wrote down the phone number of the Grand Funeral Home, signed it as 'ss' (shape-shifter), and handed it to the policewoman, a little embarrassed: "This is where I work, I live there. "
The policewoman put the phone away cautiously. When she was thinking about something else, Benjamin had already turned around and left, leaving behind a generous figure.