In front of the police station, Madison was still very reluctant to let go of Zach. He looked towards the door of the police station, trying to see something, but Zach impatiently knocked on the car window and drove him away.
Zach straightened up his appearance outside the somewhat noisy police station, curled his lips, and stepped forward.
"Mr. Grand?" A voice suddenly appeared from the side and stopped Zach.
"Amanda?" Zach turned his head and looked at Mrs. Quinn's young caregiver. He was stunned for a moment and then smiled, "That's fine Zach. Why are you here?"
"Okay, Zach." Amanda also laughed, and then replied, "I, um, I'm looking for Emma..." She hesitated.
Zach thought of the little policewoman. He knew the friendship between the two as early as Amanda's birthday party. Zach tilted his head and looked inside the police station, which seemed to be a messy and busy scene. He smiled understandingly, "It looks like she is very busy."
"Yes, yes, very busy." Amanda looked a little guilty.
Zach didn't know what was going on. As everyone knows, Ms. West's article ended in a very uncomfortable place, and Zach had no idea what was behind it.
Zach was very gentlemanly and did not continue to inquire about other people's personal information. He probably didn't care much. "Say hello to Mrs. Quinn for me." Zach nodded slightly, ready to end this chance encounter.
"Zach?" Amanda seemed not to be ready to finish yet, looking at Zach, "Well, Mrs. Quinn..."
Zach frowned slightly and stopped Amanda from continuing, "I understand." Zach lowered his voice, "When Mrs. Quinn gave Bishop the soul-inducing grass that Barton had disappeared, I already accepted it. Message arrived, reassure Mrs. Quinn."
The so-called message. In fact, it is already obvious - there is only one place in Barton where this fake soul-inducing grass exists. Pochi's warehouse has obviously been in the hands of Mrs. Quinn. How it got there is not important. Recall that night with Zach and No. Something else was discovered in the soul-inducing haystack in the warehouse - the 'Varmina' that Smith was tracking.
Coupled with the bloody raid on the warehouse, things seem to be facilitating someone, which can prove that all the little people who opened the warehouse personally by Pochi are dead, and the owner of the warehouse, hehe, is Falcon's 'old friend'.
Pochi, the guy who should have been imprisoned in Quinn Manor, seems to have done a lot of things to incite hatred! As for the hatred that attracted Smith and Falcon at the same time, whether Pochi, who was unlikely to appear outside, should be responsible for it depends on five days ago. Outside Bishop Manor, Boyson deliberately passed in front of Zach and headed to Quinn Manor. What did Boyson do!
Yes, Mrs. Quinn is retreating, reminding the owner of Grande, Zach, the man who has made it clear that he wants to help Smith track down Boyson, not to involve the incident in Porky who is already deeply involved!
ha! Just think that Mrs. Quinn is desperately trying to save Quinn's only descendant. No, just keep the Quinn family.
Amanda nodded. What I tentatively said to Julie on the bus in the morning was answered here, and I felt a lot more relieved. Then he tilted his head hesitantly and said, "Then I won't disturb you, sir. Well, I'll just walk around."
It seems that Amanda's vacation today must be ruined. He should be determined to win Emma's forgiveness before giving up.
But this was not what Zach cared about. He nodded slightly and walked into the police station.
While the little policewoman at the front desk left in a hurry with a pile of documents, Zach quickly found someone to lead the way. He was here to bail out a man named Moore. Remember it. In a bad mood, Zach really wasn't in the mood to deal with Emma's persistence in asking about Benjamin.
It was the chaos in the police station that caught Zach's attention. Busy police officers in police uniforms, handcuffing prisoners, and civilians like Zach inquiring about the bail process, crowded into this originally large space in a chaotic manner.
While still in the lobby of the police station, Zach's hope of finding Chapman failed completely. He was taken underground for a while by a police officer and arrived outside a room similar to the reception area of Barton South Prison. I faced a male police officer with a cold voice at the front desk, filled out a form, gave me a check, and was left waiting outside.
"Moll! Moore!" Compared with the police station hall above, this place is much quieter, and the guard's voice can be heard clearly, "You are released on bail!"
After a while, a dark-skinned, healthy-looking guy wearing a vest, shorts, and slippers was brought out.
The guy didn't have time to say hello to Zach. He pushed the wine glass in front of the front desk, "Two keys, a whistle, a... whatever certificate..." The male policeman at the front desk pushed a bunch of sundries in front of the other person indifferently, "Signature .”
"Oh, this is a lifeguard certificate." The healthy guy didn't seem to care about the police officer's attitude at all. "I am a lifeguard on Noel Beach. It is summer. You are welcome to come and play." Picked up the pen and quickly wrote his own Name, 'Mormon'.
The police officer glanced at the signed form, then at Moore in front of him, and sneered, "I wish you good luck in your work, hum." He waved his hand and said, "Disappear from me."
Moore grinned, and under his dark skin, a row of white teeth were so bright that it was dazzling.
Zach was not interested in staying here any longer, so he grabbed Moir, who was slowly collecting his belongings, and walked out, "You'd better explain... You really stink, you smell like dead fish."
Zach let go of Moir's hand, stretched it out in front of him and smelled it, frowning, "Where have you been?"
"Zach!" Now, this guy had time to say hello, "Long time no see! You are still the same as before."
Zach frowned and glanced at the fish-man Maul, "You too."
"I've been here for two days." Moore smiled, "The living conditions here, haha, are not good."
Zach glanced sideways at the guy, "No, I mean dead fish."
"Oh, haha." Moore still showed off his white teeth, "Let's go out and talk."
When the two of them left here, maybe this was a good time to think back to when Madison sent Zach here. Madison couldn't help but be curious and asked about Zach's content.
"What are fishmen? Really like the ones in storybooks..." Of course, Madison was referring to the children's books.
"no."
"They", note Madison's title, "have no fish tail? No beautiful appearance? No beautiful singing voice? No..." Who has never been a child, and who doesn't like fairy tales.
"You are talking about the Kraken, a relative of the charming Riley, the most terrifying group of predators in the ocean." Zack smashed the fairy tale mercilessly, waving his hands irritably from the passenger seat, "The fishmen are them, 'he'!"
"Plunder, predator..." Madison's attention seemed to be entirely on 'her'.
"I told you, that's a sea monster, not a fish-man, it's the complete opposite." Zach turned his head irritably, "Did you listen to me?!"
"Uh, why are you Riley's relative..."
Well, Madison wasn't listening. (..)