Jason.
The Police was such a drag, always looking for something that would have them killed in the end. Well, they're just doing their job.
Two cops step out, an old composed face and a young intensely uncomfortable one.
"Blaise and Josep" I read their name tags. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Good day to you Mafia Jason, or should I call you Mr. Danvier?" Blaise takes control of the questioning while his partner quakes like a leaf discarded from its stalk.
"Whichever"
"There was a bank robbery just minutes ago, are you aware?"
"No"
"Did you pass by the scene of the crime?"
"No"
"Can we see the inside of your car?"
"No"
"Is there a problem?"
"Yes. I'm currently with a lady, I can't have you people buzzing around her like flies"
"Ma...may w...we question h..he..her?"
I fix my eyes on Blaise's partner, he steps back with a hiccup.
"Please forgive the boy Mr. Danvier, he's young and inexperienced, but we do need to search your car just in case–"
