The Investigator's Gaze

“Come on, what do you mean we talked a lot? I was just providing ordinary customer service. You don’t think the DCPD would come to arrest me just because of that, do you?”

“They probably wouldn’t come to catch you right away.”

Sey looked at me with ashen eyes that seemed to pierce right through my inner thoughts and said:

“But wouldn’t they want to at least investigate? If I were a DCPD investigator, I think I would.”

What kind of answer could I possibly give to that?

'Ha, ha, ha. I just have to undergo a little investigation, that’s all. Do you know how cleanly I’ve lived? The Ascetic? I have ab~solutely no connection to him. Ugh, just imagining such a terrible terrorist makes my flesh crawl. What do you mean? There’s nothing to be careful about. I’ll just act like I normally do.'

I could only stutter out something like that.

Even though I acted so confident on the outside, behind the scenes, I threw the tip I received from the Ascetic into the waste passageway out of fear it might cause trouble, and I timidly asked Tony if he could delete or manipulate the surveillance camera records of the Ascetic talking to me - needless to say, my guts turned to ice with fear.

I had no choice. It was the DCPD, after all.

Chrome Butcher or whatever, if you get marked by the city police, it’s over right then and there...