Was his behavior the reason to not be recruited for Jamie's case? A wimp like him thought he could be exemplary? Pfft.
Some sort of consolation swept in knowing others like him (in conduct and solemnity) were slashed from the case- correction;
a really gratifying disclosure actually.
The venerable elderly was palatable after all. His distinctiveness was indicating towards an admirable and desirable personage. Cutting off some loose slacks, before proceeding with his case was absolute expertness- Kudos majesty!
Cackling, I headed towards my car. Jingling my car keys around my index finger; I marked now as the time to refute answers.
A simple clarification was what I entailed for, and to attain that, I needed to plot a scheme. My initial plan was to read Jamie's handwritten note, and then take off for a quest to the forest- which one, I didn't know.
So, was my entire plan based on deficient plotting? Yes, undoubtedly.
But far worse was the Chief's position; The Chief was restricted to the mission without much appreciated evidence, leaving me the lone attestant- baffled and obnoxious once more. But why would they neglect a key beholder like me; someone they could readily get their hands on? Not that I knew the grounds of this case, but I couldn't expect the police to perceive things the way I did. Or could I? Nonetheless, I started the car's ignition absentmindedly. My head still conjured to the feasibility of the police husking another beneficial witness...perhaps someone pivotal?
'Who could it be?'
Ofcourse, if there was one. These police chaps; as far as I knew, could be prudent, canny and quick-witted. They could be romping their games with me at this very moment. Who knows? I've got to be more cautious now; not that the police might be skeptical off me, but if I have secured the hunter's curiosity as well. Coming under the police's scrutiny meant I was in the curiosity of the murderer's consciousness. Realizing this, I knew I was as rammed in the circulating affair, as was the Chief.
But more delirious was my immobile car. "Crap" I stared bemused. I had mistakenly blared an irksome honk, while dabbing the steering wheel of my car. Callously, catching the attention of a policeman. GREAT.
"Esta perra está causando un problema de nuevo." He came muttering.
I wonder what it means. Is this Spanish?
I rolled down my window and vexingly gaped at him. "Your car's not functioning, eh?"
"No." I admitted.
"May I check your engine?" he asked, thoughtfully.
"Sure."
After a very brief moment of him inquiring my car's engine, he came to a conclusion. "Check it now!" I pulled the gear, and placed the key in its ignition. The car hollered dramatically.
"Hecho!" The policeman smiled sunnily.
According to my comprehension, based on a Spanish Tv-Series, the term 'Hecho' meant done. The officer was happy on clarifying my engine's issue. "My father was a car technician... this is very basic stuff, but he was a tough bloke! You know, he got his fingers thumbed against the ground; some crazy lunatic had plunged a nail on his hand's joint! I saw it all!" he jiggled in disgust, almost earning a heartfelt chuckle from me.
"Thank you! And I'm sorry for you dad. I hope he's recovered fully." I said finally, and retrieved to my station (in other cases; my house).