"Perhaps you made a mistake." Pronto pulled out a cigarette, placed it between his lips, then removed it and slightly raised his hand in a polite, gentlemanly gesture, as if seeking Delier's approval. Delier shrugged and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his bag as well. Pronto leaned closer, "Look at them—they've been beaten to a pulp. It's quite normal to mistake them for someone else. Did you notice the man with the three moles on his face?"
Delier followed Pronto's gaze and saw that one of the men indeed had three moles on his cheek, but he knew full well that these three were not the men he was looking for.
Seeing Delier's silence, Pronto tilted his head slightly, and the two of them moved aside.
"What exactly are you hoping to get from me?"
If Pronto hadn't realized there was something amiss by now, he wouldn't be fit for his position as the police chief!
