“You can’t just walk off
like that! After accusing me of neglect
and incompetence!”
Very quietly, Jason hissed,
“There are two men out there whose lives are in danger. Who might die because the police screwed
up. And while they get further and
further away you are wasting time having an argument with us? You are angry because I have told you some
home truths. I am livid because my
friends are about to get murdered. While you do nothing. ‘Uphold the right’ it
says on your badge. What are you going
to do, Sergeant Kaminski? Are you going to do your job, or are you going to
arrest us, waste time by taking us down to the station and filling out forms?” He paused to let that sink in. “Now, if you would be so good as to move your
foot, we would like to go home.”
For a long time, the
sergeant glared at Jason and then sighed.
“Don’t get involved,” he said. He was brave enough to meet Jason’s implacable
blue gaze. “Yeah, I know we screwed
up. And I’m really sorry. But we’re still better at it than you
amateurs would be.”
Keith could see that Jason
was still angry, but he smiled at the policeman, a trifle tightly, but a smile
all the same. “I’m sorry, sergeant, for
losing my temper. We’re very worried. I know it’s not because of you personally. I
apologise.”
The policeman nodded. “We’ll do our best. I promise.”
Jason lifted his lips off
his teeth. No one would call it a
smile. “Just save our friends.”
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