"So what do you suggest?" - Finally, Roger answered impatiently in his voice, turning to the MPs.
"First, take care of your girlfriend." - said Mr Benne, placing a chair next to him. Mr. Boyle took off his coat and helped pass it to him. The man sighed and looked at her, who just shrugged. "Why not?"—he read it in her eyes.
"Okay." He finally gave up, put the girl on the chair, pulled a cloth from Mr Benny's hand, began to carefully wipe the dried blood from her face, and then checked her back. The wound has mostly healed. It made him feel better.
"Judging by what she has told us, we can draw a conclusion. - began Mr Boyle, taking a seat at the table opposite him. - "Now Ian is stalling. The question is, for what? "
