"Boss, why are you here?" The man with the gruff voice spoke, looking at the hollow-cheeked man in front of him. In just three days, Davis Peters had lost some weight and his eyes looked hollow. There were large bags under his eyes and his hair had gone grey. He had aged a little. It looked like he hadn't slept for days, making his eyes bulge out like a zombie.
"First let me in," David said. He was tired from all the walking and running he had done for the last few hours. His legs were aching and he was exhausted. He couldn't hail a cab lest he should be recognized by someone. He could only manage to hide and walk in the shadows, away from the people's eyes.
"Sir, why did you escape from the police station? Ain't it bad for you? Won't it make everyone think that you are actually guilty?" The man with the spectacles spoke.
"I did not escape on my own accord."
