James, who was working, suddenly raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the sun that was almost directly overhead. He took off his heavy work gloves, wiped the sweat from his face, grabbed the vest hanging on the fence and put it on. As autumn enters, the temperature takes its final turn.
James felt that someone was coming back soon, and he didn't want Jason to see him sweating profusely... Wes didn't care, but Jason didn't.
Let's talk about what James is doing. He is helping Wes repair the fence in the backyard. In fact, James didn't know anything about repairing fences, but Jason, who also stayed at Wes' house temporarily, did all the jobs that James knew how to do!
Laundry, cleaning, cooking, washing dishes... Jason doesn't look like a friend who lives here temporarily, but an all-rounder... James shook his head, an all-round housekeeping service provider! An all-round guy who goes to work normally and can do everything at home perfectly when he comes back. It was actually unpleasant to make James, a resident on vacation, feel ashamed.
James also needs to do something to help Wes, so as not to look too useless. Well, that's probably the case, don't pursue it if it's more serious.
James looked back at his work, the crooked fence—something he had been working on all morning. He curled his lips in disgust and prepared to continue in the afternoon. He walked back to the back porch to take a shower, scrubbing his dirty vest before Jason could do it first...
"Where's your injury?" A quiet question appeared on the back porch without warning. Chief Colon of the North District Police Department still kept pushing the back door open, looking calmly at James who had just pulled down the front of his vest. scholar.
It wasn't that someone was coming, but someone was coming, someone James didn't expect.
James was startled and stood still, "Bureau, Director!"
"I'm asking you about your injuries." Colon opened the back door. Looking at James's red face and the shiny stains of sweat on his skin under the sun, this could be interpreted as having just finished working. Unfortunately, that's not what Colon asked about, right
"Bureau, Director. Why are you, uh, here?"
Colon raised the key in his hand and said, "Go to the Southern District Police Station to find your friend, Wes, and borrow the key. Come to find you." Still looking at James, it meant 'answer my question'.
"Look, why are you looking for me..." James drifted his eyes and stared at his shoes. "I'm on vacation, aren't I?" His voice also dropped.
"I have something to do with Grande. To be specific, I have something to do with Zachary Grande." Colon's voice has always been calm, "Morally speaking, I have to ask you first to show respect."
Grande is James' informant, and it's no secret sincerely. Chief Colon understands police ethics. But the meaning of his words is obvious. The emphasis is on respect—James hasn't answered the director's question yet!
James' expression changed several times with his head lowered. It was unknown whether Cologne saw him. However, he finally wanted to answer the question, "Uh... the injury is almost a good one, originally. It's not that serious. It's much lighter than Coulson... "
"Really?" Colon continued to look at James, looking up and down carefully. Although among the criminal partners, the serious one is indeed Coulson's side, and the focus of the director's visit to the hospital is also Coulson's side. However, it's not like he, the director, has never seen James' medical records. James, who is only wearing a vest now, has no bruises or scars on his body. It seems that he has just performed physical labor. It seems that Doesn't it sound like a doctor's advice that "needs quiet meditation and is not suitable for strenuous exercise"
Colon moved, walked directly towards James, put his hand on James' chest.
James was stunned for a moment, then frowned, "Oh!"
So fake.
Colon's face suddenly darkened after he personally saw the two cracked ribs on the X-ray. Colon is a retired soldier and the chief of the Patton Police Department. He knows whether the touch on his hands is healthy ribs and whether the person in front of him is pretending to be in pain!
Colon turned and walked away.
"Director!" James and Ben didn't know what they could explain, but it was instinct to stop. He even used his sweaty hands in a panic to pull the director's arm without respect.
Director Colon shook off James' disrespect with a wave of his hand, "What are you yelling about! Don't touch me, detective!"
"I'm sorry, Director! Director, I..."
Instead of leaving, Colon returned to the back porch, opened the back door, and said, "Come in!"
James didn't know what would happen and stood still.
"I'll let you in!" Colon no longer had to keep calm. He glared at James irritably, gave the order, and took the lead in entering the room.
What else could James do? Just keep up.
A document was placed on the dining table indoors, and Colon seemed not to waste any time. He opened it, pointed at the black and white photo of Zach, and asked an unexpected question with a gloomy face, "Does he have medical experience? "
James looked at the black-and-white photo on the document with some confusion. It seemed that it had been a few years, and Zach's face also looked younger, but only part of his upper body clothes had not changed much. However, it is always a little strange to see a black and white photo. Because it looks fake.
No, James knew it must be fake. Zach didn't have the ability to be photographed in the past.
"Why are you dazed!" Colon continued impatiently, "I asked you if he has any medical experience!" Colon seemed to have the answer himself, and he didn't know why he insisted on James' answer.
"Medical, medical, experience?" James was still looking at the photo, in a dazed state.
"Don't make me repeat it a third time!" Colon began to pace back and forth around the dining table, his face gloomy. "Don't hide it from me! Did he treat your injury?"
Did Zach treat it? of course not! It was James drinking a glass of red liquid of 'unknown origin' in his own home! We all know it. And, cure? Can vampire blood be included in medical treatments
"No..." Almost instinctively, James was denying.
But was interrupted immediately!
Colon, who was pacing back and forth, slapped the table and glared at James, "Deny! Huh! Detective Lance! Are you going to lie in front of me!"
Do you still need to be reminded why Cologne is here? He had just come from the hospital and saw his friends who were going to die at any time and were relying on a bunch of machines to keep them alive. And that friend told Cologne that the person in the black and white photo could save him. Even if he is about to die at any time.
So, everyone is looking forward to how Cologne will describe this... well, situation.
"Medical experience! Yes or no!" He glared at James, "I don't know how he healed your injury! But did I ask you how he healed it?! No! I'm asking you Is he cured? Answer me! Detective Lance!"
This should be a peculiar phenomenon, being coerced by a superior outside of the workplace. More stressful than in the workplace. How else to explain James's increasingly darker face and expression as if he was constipated.
It seemed that he had made up his mind, "It's... it's him, the director!" James answered.
Colon heard what he wanted to hear, took a deep breath and stopped looking at James, closed the file, turned around and left.
"Bureau, Director! Where are you going?!" James' reaction was quite quick, and he once again disrespectfully tried to pull...
The front door opened, and Jason stood at the door carrying a small briefcase. This guy came back from get off work. He blinked and looked at the two people in the room, "Uh... James, we have guests."
Jason didn't know Cologne, and there was no need for ordinary citizens to know the police chief.
But Cologne knew this important witness in the first Fight Club case, a case in which Newton and Patton cooperated, and even though he was a pretentious director. I also stare at witnesses outside the interrogation room to give testimony, so that's why.
Colon looked back at James. He curled his lips and didn't want to pay attention anymore. He swatted away James' hand and let Jason go out without saying a word.
It's a sunny day today, and the director's back is doing a perfect job. He quickly got into the car, turned quickly, and headed west, in the direction of the Grande Funeral Home.
Jason stood on the porch with James, watching the car leave.
Jason tilted his head. "Who is that? What are you doing? He looks quite fierce..."
"Chief of the North District Police." James glanced at Jason gloomily and gave the answer.
"Oh." Jason raised his eyebrows and didn't mind James' tone. To put it bluntly, they were just guests here and there couldn't be anything between them. "Are all directors like this?"
James knew what the other person was talking about, and Weiss' director treated Weiss the same way. I can't explain this.
"Oh, right." Jason obviously didn't want to continue talking about this topic, so he stood on the porch, flipping through his briefcase, "I have a share of that, um, investigation..." flipping through, "I want to give it to Grande. Over there, do you have time? Send it over for me..." Two questionnaires were found.
But Jason glanced at James and seemed to realize on the spot that James was covered in sweat, "Forget it, I'll send it to you myself. You, um, wash it off, it stinks..."
But James snatched the investigation from Jason's hand, "I'll go!"
"Uh..." Jason didn't know what was going on, but he obviously didn't care much, "Oh, you go ahead, I'll cook, and Wes will be back soon. Let Zach finish filling it out and bring it back. , I have to hand it in this afternoon.”
James didn't seem to be used to such a conversation. He pursed his lips with a strange expression on his face, turned around and walked towards the room. Taking a shower is out of the question, but at least I need to change my clothes!
Jason was still rambling, "By the way, let Zach fill it out carefully. It's very important. It's about Grande Insurance." He was already heading to the kitchen.
James didn't want to ask, but please calm down. He used this reason to chase his director to Grande. It would be better if he had a good reason.
He raised his voice and crossed the room, "What is this investigation for?"
There was the sound of the refrigerator opening and the sound of plates and bowls coming into contact with the counter. Jason also raised his voice and answered, "Well, you are the police, so it doesn't matter if you say it. Recently, some of our customers' claims have been a bit frequent. We have statistics over there. Take a look, they are all companies that cooperate with the Saidil Security Company, and they are all compensations caused by security problems... "
It's no surprise. James, who was grabbing his clothes, didn't care about his own selfishness and didn't want to be seen by Jason. He walked outside the kitchen and while dressing, he stared gloomily at Jason who was only looking at the ingredients in his hands. Soul Walker was talking about another version of the future, about the constant small accidents that occurred in Sadier Security, the loss of customers, and the presence of James in Aix Security. (Volume 1, 15)
"... Didn't Grande also cooperate with Sadier? It's an investigation related to the change of the insurance contract." Jason, who was holding the knife, tilted his head, a little helpless, "As you know, our insurance company is not willing to look at it either. Just keep paying the compensation, so..." Jason glanced at James casually, opened his mouth, and waved the knife in front of James, "The button is wrong."
Continue, "So this is the survey to see the intentions of these customers." When James unbuttoned his buttons irritably, Jason continued to chop vegetables, completely ignoring James' embarrassment, "To put it simply, it is Add money, so, hey, don’t say that to Zach.”
"Is there anything else?" James twitched his lips, not asking about clothes, but about things to pay attention to when investigating.
While chopping vegetables, Jason thought for a while, "Well... it's nothing, but I don't recommend Zach agree to the change. Grande's insurance does not cover the tomb area, just Grande itself. Zach The cooperation between Zack and Sadier Security Company should only be in the tomb area..." He looked at James with a smile, "Haha, we also know, how could Zack let a few security guards come to Grande to protect him? They, hehe.”
James didn't smile.
Jason was a little embarrassed and continued to chop vegetables, "So I guess the insurance of Grande and our company has no overlap with their business and that of Sadier Company, so there is no need to change anything. Well, that's what I think, but What do I know?" When changing ingredients, Jason shrugged, "Zach will definitely know what our company is thinking after just one look at the survey. He must have his own ideas. Just let him fill it in."
James pursed his lips, nodded, turned around and prepared to set off, "No need to prepare my share."
"Of course, haha." Jason smiled matter-of-factly, "You must have lunch at Grande. I can't compare to Alice."
This sentence made James feel weird in every sense of the word. Forget it, James...
the phone is ringing.
"James!" Jason called to James who was about to go out, "Can you please answer the phone? My hands are wet."
James' eyes twitched, and he turned around to pick him up. It was Wes. He said briefly, "I won't be back at noon. There is a case on the east coast."
"Wes won't be back at noon." James shouted to the kitchen. When an "Oh" came from there with an absolutely disappointed tone, James was shocked.
'Can't live here anymore! 'That's what James thought when he went out! (.)