As Noah hung up, a faint smile slowly rose on his face.
"Adam should have this issue settled soon," he thought.
"A small police station... It doesn't stand a chance."
He walked back and took a seat across from Rachel.
Seeing Noah cross his arms and relax, Rachel's eyes twitched and lingered on his face for a second.
"Have you made your call?" she asked.
He smiled faintly and nodded. "I have."
She waited for him to elaborate... seeing that he had no intention to, she leaned forward.
"Do you realise the severity of this?"
"You're being held in connection with a gang-related incident," she said, with her patience wearing thin.
Noah's gaze remained unbothered. "As I said, I was at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Though I'm sure this misunderstanding will be resolved soon."
"You are quite confident, aren't you?" She said, her eyes narrowing.
