The place was still littered with broken and destroyed cars, glass and pieces, and in fact, mirrors were also on the ground.
I looked around, before my phone rang, catching my attention. "Yeah?" I asked, seeing that it was Greg. "Yeah, did you guys do it?" he asked.
"Yeah, we got him."
"Perfect," Greg said, and I could hear his sigh of relief. "I was worried you guys were going to fail for a second."
"So you don't have faith in us is what you're saying," I said on the phone. Greg scoffed, and chuckled. "Of course, not—totally. Anyways, we need to figure out what to do next."
"Alright, so you got any ideas?"
"In fact, I have to. I have a piece of a plan, but I do."
"Wh—what does that even mean?" I asked, my eyes squinted in confusion.
"Someone is obviously going to have to look at him. I'll try and get my captain to get someone to see some footage."
