"You mean to say, Lisa was originally a prostitute at the Giant Axe Tavern… and was later expelled from the tavern because she deliberately became pregnant with a client's child?"
Patrol Department lobby, first floor.
By a window of natural wood color, bathed in sunlight.
Colin and Regina were sitting across from each other on a gray velveteen armchair, engaged in conversation.
Colin looked somewhat surprised.
"Yes." Regina nodded, her fingers brushing the strands of hair by her ear, then sighed.
"So you're saying, Phil's son isn't really his own?" Colin put down his book, his expression odd.
"If there are no accidents, that should be the case." Regina responded again, her face uncertain of what expression to wear.
It had been about a month since their last visit to the shanty area to arrest Phil.
During this time, the Patrol Department had thoroughly investigated Lisa and Phil, including their identities, past experiences, and social relationships.
