"Who has bailed me out?" asked Oliver as the police officer, Jack, escorted him out of the cell.
"Some Mr. Euler," replied the officer. "He is waiting for you in his car,"
Oliver frowned; he didn't know anyone with this name. He opened his mouth to ask more about his patron, but thought better of it. In his line of work, the less you bothered the cobs, the better.
Anyway, he was out again, that was all that mattered.
He would see what this Euler wanted later. Oliver might have failed his high-school exam, but he was not a fool to believe somebody would spend one grand on him for nothing.
He signed the papers without checking what was written on them, and walked out of the damn station with his empty purse. The scumbags hadn't spared even his hard earned bucks.
Sure enough, a black SUV was parked nearby. A man in black beckoned him over.