In the morning, James opened the curtains. The rain continued, and the rapid sound did not make people upset, but instead made people wake up quickly from their groggy heads. The beer last night didn't make James feel hungover, but his thinking was very clear now.
First, James opened the door to the guest room. Zach was gone, and a note was left on the table.
"The bed was very comfortable. I borrowed your car."
The note was crumpled in the palm of his hand, and James took a deep breath. Yesterday, after discovering that Zach did not drive here, James said something else in a fit of excitement, "You can stay here for the night" for some reason. So under the vampire's thoughtful eyes, Zach occupied the guest room.
The bed in the guest room was made as if no one had slept on it, which was the only comfort. James calmed down and looked towards the living room on the first floor. All the trash messed up by the otakus who got fucked by Fitz last night has been cleaned up. James frowned, could it be Zach
The vampire in his impression was indeed a neat guy. James shook his head and decided not to think about this.
"Coulson. It's me, Lance." James held the phone, "Can you come pick me up? I lent my car to another... friend." James was a little soft-spoken.
"Hahaha! Of course, wait a moment."
James's face was a little crooked, and he knew what his partner was laughing at. In gatherings with colleagues, Coulson often made jokes about James no longer about gluttony, but about 'Lance's imaginary friends'.
Detective Coulson would say to his colleagues in a joking tone, "This guy often disappears mysteriously! I don't know where he went! Then ask him, and he will say that he went to see his friends! Have any of you seen it? His friends?! He doesn’t have any!”
At this time, only one person will speak for James. A female police officer - Emma Farrell (Volume 4, Chapter 23), "Detective Lance has a friend! Benjamin! Right?" This female police officer will pretend to be casual and look at her. Piaohu asked, "By the way, how is he doing lately?"
So, our James Lance. I can only admit it.
After sorting it out, Coulson's whistle was already ringing downstairs. When James got in the car, he said hello to the girl in the passenger seat. This was Coulson's daughter. For some unconventional family reasons, only one of Detective Coulson's two children was around, in order not to repeat certain bad things. Coulson retained the habit of sending his daughter to school every day.
But when the car stopped at the elementary school, Coulson did not drive toward the police station, but turned southeast.
"Where are we going?" James asked doubtfully as he looked out the window at the buildings receding crookedly under the refraction of water droplets.
"The 'General'." Detective Coulson's tone was not very good.
James after Coulson's daughter got out of the car. He had already sat in the passenger seat, so it was only then that he noticed that his partner's face looked very tired, with dark bags under his eyelids, as if he had not slept at all last night.
"What's going on?" James frowned. His original impression of the 'General' was just a gang member who had a somewhat gray relationship with the police station. But since Zach's last visit, he has gained a new understanding of this guy. He is the boss of the demon hunter who is not yet aware of himself.
No matter which one. It all made James Lance uncomfortable.
Coulson was obviously in a bad mood, and he slapped an angry hand on the steering wheel. "He's gone too far! I warned him not to do anything attracting attention recently!"
"What did he do?" James had a bad feeling.
Coulson waved his hand, "Don't worry, no one died." Coulson also almost figured out the character of his partner, although he personally believed that James' black and white character was not good for his work. But having such a guy around can sometimes be a comfort. "Last night, several of his men injured a person. He is now in the hospital, and it is a bit serious."
He breathed another sigh of relief. With a feeling of discomfort, this state of mind is too difficult to describe. James frowned and asked, "Have those people been caught?" Although he didn't want to admit it, James knew that for those guys in the southeast, if they were caught, they would only be detained for a few days, so they should not let him partner is upset.
"This is what makes people irritated!" Detective Coulson showed a hint of disgust on his face. "That guy at the hospital wants to make things bigger! He keeps clamoring for compensation and prosecution!" There was another hint of disgust on Coulson's face. Helpless, he looked at James and said, "You know how it is. Those gangsters usually admit it directly after being caught, taking all the responsibility on themselves, and we will not continue to pursue it! But here is the problem! All of them Confessed! If the guys at the hospital start making trouble, then they all need to compensate!"
James put his hand on his forehead. He was disappointed to find that he was like a policeman, and he immediately understood the problem.
this is very simple. Usually people who get beaten think they are unlucky because no one will beat them for no reason. Everyone has their own problems, and the problem to solve is not the person doing the violence, but the problem itself that caused someone to do violence to you.
Therefore, guys like 'General' who provide people with means will always exist, and sometimes they will get stuck between the two sides of the issue and become the provider of police information.
The problem now is that the guy who was beaten pointed the finger at the 'general', and the 'employee' who was supposed to provide means in the middle was dragged to the front. Do you think the 'General' will let the guys in the hospital make trouble and take the blame for their misfortune? If so, then his nickname can be thrown into the trash can.
"Who is the person in the hospital?" James was disappointed that he asked this question, but there was no other way. The police station needed a gray professional like a 'general' who was willing to provide clues from time to time. So what James is thinking now is whether he can find a way to shut up the unreasonable guy in the hospital. Otherwise, if things really get out of hand, these two homicide detectives will really come in handy.
"Nothing!" Coulson waved his hands irritably, his tone even more angry, "No job, no place to live, nothing! This is the worst case scenario! He has nothing to worry about!"
James shook his head. It was indeed the worst case scenario. This kind of person has no worries at all. He only depends on his life to do whatever he wants. "Name."
"Wells."
"Wei..." James's face darkened, "Wells, tell me."
"Yes." Detective Coulson felt the change in his partner's mood and turned his head in confusion, "Do you know this name?"
James leaned back on his chair, tilted his head, and looked at the city of Barton in the rain, "No, I've never heard of it." (...)