Tasked to confess the truth to the police, Lenny felt like bawling his eyes out.
'…Dammit. Worse yet, the app didn't specify what exactly the "truth" is, so it must be the truth of whatever the police want to ask me…'
Sighing out an expletive, Lenny swiped his hand down his face in deep frustration and unlocked the apartment door to entertain the unexpected visitors.
"Hey there. Good morning," greeted the white-skinned middle-aged man, sporting a light smile. He had short and receding light brown hair, thin eyebrows, protruding, wide-set gray eyes, a straight nose, and wide lips, donning dark-black trousers and a dark blue police jacket with a white dress shirt underneath.
"Good morning, officers. How can I help you?" Lenny kept his face blank and normal as he scrutinized the two men.
