Hello Young Master

Chapter 31

all return to the way they were, living the days with their own personal interests.

Maureen arrived at the police station this morning, there was something wrong she could see, the first floor was too quiet, the phones rang no one cared, the deputies gathered together in front of the coffee machine.

Maureen followed the direction of those who were peering into the interrogation room, speaking in a very small voice.

'' did something happen Maureen hung her jacket on the chair and stepped closer to them.

'' will anyone answer those phones?''

one of them looked up, deputy you didn't hear ''

''I just arrived, what is it about? '' said Maureen, pouring coffee for herself.

'' on the new turn and turn toll road, last night there was an accident, next to the new construction ''

Maureen paused, recalling the last time it happened, withered flowers that looked pitiful filled the side of the road, for days Maureen had been filling out documents about her usual ticketing and quarrels.

but this one is a big thing.

'' if all of them survived, I mean fine Maureen asked.

one of them who had answered Maureen's question, shook his head.

'' Aston was involved, driving with a girl, he was very shocked, the police chief was introgating him now ''

Maureen was silent for a moment, then peered inside the black-painted closed door.

'' I don't understand why they put her in there like a criminal a voice entered the conversation.

'' I think it was the girl's fault from the beginning, everyone knows the road there is dangerous ''

Maureen turned her face to see someone mediating speech just now.

'' sir the head is just doing his duty ''

'' but Aston is one of us, of course this is not true '' this voice sounds judgmental, it does not accept.

her phone rang again, and Maureen saw papa liaison on her desk lit up for every phone line ''let me just be the one who will receive her '' she said to them, walking away.

no one cared, they shrugged and went back to the coffee machine.

'' Hello with the police department - Maureen did not have time to finish her words but a voice there began to ask for answers.

what's going on ? did Aston drive drunk? we need an explanation ? someone who cares, looking for the key to want to know.

Maureen recorded all her messages and walked back.The door of her interrogation room was still closed, but a voice inside there rang out, Aston, disguised but angry.

'' how many times have I told you, I'm not drunk, I only drink two cans of beer. I already, maybe it's because of the ice ''

''your test points to zero point eight point Weber's ''Son, I'm trying to help you''

Maureen carefully knocked on the door.

'' yes, Weber's voice returned, answering calmly.

slowly Maureen pushed the door open, Weber sat across from Aston and there was a man dressed in a neat suit, Aston looked terrible: he had an oversized sports shirt, his eyes red, as if he couldn't sleep all night, as well as blackened eye bags.

" i'm sorry "Maureen waved the paper that was in her hands "her phone calls didn't stop, and there was a preacher waiting for the phone as well... "

"so soon "Weber presses the pause button, ends his rekeman "Ok, we rest for now "

" like this is enough in my opinion, come on Aston" said the man in the suit.

" call me if you want further interrogation "

Weber was visibly frustrated when a rude gasp sounded as the two men walked out of the room.

Maureen paused for a moment, feeling awkward being in this kind of position "I'm sorry "

" it's okay "Weber threw away his face, to normalize the situation, then waved to let Maureen in.

Maureen walked over and gave up all the messages she had written, Weber read them, then snorted between tired and upset.

"what happened "Maureen asked carefully.

" there was a celebration in the building held by a large family, the Antolino family "

Maureen knew the event Weber was referring to, and she also remembered that after that there was a party for the workers.

" the workers had a party at the end of the night, stressing off, and the Aston car ended up hugging a tree, she was wearing her seatbelt, but the girl... "

a bad sign, because Weber shook his head with an unfinished sentence.

Maureen turned to her death, but something stopped her - one thing that people at the police station would not call all day.

" oh I forgot to ask who the girl really is" Maureen asked.

Weber looked up, dumbfounded in a few seconds.

" that girl, who was hurt, is she from here"

Weber blinked, understood, then nodded his head "Beverly Hilton, the doctor said his condition could not be said to be fine "

***

Maureen called the hospital to find news, the beginning of which the nurse did not want to say anything, but cleverly Maureen's brain briefed, if he was on duty from the police.

then the sister relented, she said there was no change. The impact wound on the head, the right arm was broken, a lot of blood was shed and the end Beverly fell into a coma.

Maureen sat at the front desk of the police station, unable to move as long as her mind returned last night: putting on makeup in the back of the building after a small debate with Jeims, who had been in the middle of the night, and Beverly's expression when she said she wanted out of town.

a flash of friendship that flashed a few hours ago, with a friendly invitation to join the party and one sharp turn that ended all.

no one knew Beverly whether she could wake up or not.

his sense of being untrue to this world was spinning but his reality was like that, all the call-outs about the ticket and the neighbor's commotion was back to fill Maureen's mind.

then in the afternoon his call receded and allowed Maureen to think about it, and to use the time to eat the bread she had brought.

the front door swung, Maureen prepared herself for the person who came, whether it was the old man or the officer who was furious.but on the other hand, Maureen saw a familiar face.

Oliver Nan Traga !

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