Griffin was stunned by Jason's words.
Is that even an option?
In an instant, Griffin realized.
"Yeah, the driver was a weirdo wrapped in cotton, what does that have to do with me, Griffin?"
"I am the one with injured feet, lying in the hospital."
Griffin said and then laughed.
Edward and Little Bansey also came to their senses.
"Yeah!"
"Those attackers must be the armed militants dissatisfied with their den being busted, what's that got to do with us?"
"I'm going back right now to give my all to crack this case!"
Edward said with righteous indignation.
"So..."
"Gentlemen, we shall part ways here."
With that, Griffin turned the steering wheel.
The car came to a stop.
Jason and Edward got out of the car, respectively.
One headed for the 'Watchdog Pastry House' on Pea Pod Street.
The other tossed his cloak on the car and walked toward the police station.
Watching the departing duo, Griffin shook his head and restarted the car.
"I hope this is the end of it!"
