The phone rang.
Wyatt Wright turned on the light in the darkroom and answered the call.
"Hello."
"This is Asher Harrington."
Asher Harrington was using Yale Allen's phone, which had Wyatt Wright's number in it.
Wyatt Wright asked, "What's up?"
"Do me a favor."
The person on the other end briefly and concisely explained the situation.
Wyatt Wright hung up the phone, put down what he was doing, and drove to the police station. The victim had agreed to a settlement but requested compensation for medical expenses and emotional distress. The victim's face had swollen like a pig's head, and there were also two bleeding wounds, probably scaring him, as he didn't ask for an exorbitant amount, and the price he quoted was quite reasonable.
It was already afternoon by the time everything was settled. Wyatt Wright and Asher Harrington left the police station one after the other.
