Jim felt that Robbin was spouting nonsense.
"You might as well ask me to tell you who's corrupt in the LAPD." Jim said, patting Robbin on the shoulder, "But I can't blame you, especially since the car accident just happened."
"I'm serious, Jim!" Robbin stared at Jim, "Otherwise, you tell me, which scum of society would risk offending the FBI to save them?"
"How should I know? Maybe someone here has another identity, or maybe someone is hiding some bastard's stuff inside. There are many possibilities, and they're all men after all; isn't that a commonality too?"
Robbin had already gotten out of the car, and hearing what Jim said, he shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, no, Jim, you're an experienced officer, don't you really notice anything unusual?"
