Dawn. The Sun peeked out from the Eastern Horizon. The tower chimed four times a few minutes ago.
Tens of carriages were parked at the garden before the gallery. All of the coaches had flags on top of them—flags that depicted a winged shield. Not a single carriage of Detectivete stayed back at the complex.
David and his team walked through the streets towards the hill—or what remained of that.
Superintendent Franklin, who was wearing his signature round glasses with a hanging lopped string, caught up with them.
"Greetings!" He took off his hat and saluted to the special team from Aramon.
David nodded. "Have you locked everything down?" he kept walking towards his destination. "Were there any civilian witnesses?"
"Yes. I have made sure nobody's in the vicinity and that nobody can enter." Superintendent Franklin was trying his best to keep up with the special team's pace. "As for witnesses, there weren't any. At least not before we received that anonymous tip."
