
After being content to ask a lot of questions and activate to end his investigation session with Mr. Adolf.
“I'm sorry, Mr.”
Detective Carl says goodbye to further investigation in his office only or directly to the CTF.
“I'm waiting for good news from you, Detective Carl.”
“Maximum three days. I'll bring the culprit to you, Mr. Adolf,”.
He himself was furious, because the perpetrator sent a bomb to him. What if he dies actually hit by a bomb blast? She still wants to enjoy life with Scarlet, going home like any other common couple.
“Ya, Detective Carl.”
Mr. Adolf was sure the man could be held in his words and would not lie to him.
Detective Carl got into his car. Along the way, he thinks what was the motive for killing Sarah Michelin? But it also didn't come up with an idea.
Din's! The sound of a car horn coming from the back of Detective Carl's car.
“Who is honking, I did not commit an offence and driving properly,”cicitnya. Then look at the rearview mirror.
There's a police patrol car, it's just that the sirens are switched off. Marks the cop is off duty.
“Detective Carl, where are you from?”
The patrol car had overtaken and is now in line with the car.
“Oh, Sheriff Sherma. I'm from the client's house,” he replied, then lowered his windshield after finding out who was in the patrol car.
“If you are not in a hurry stop by my office now.” invite, a little force.
“What's the Sheriff?”
If the man asks himself to help again in the investigation of a case he can't help him this time, because his mission is ongoing.
“You think too much. This time I'm just giving you a token of service. How?”
Sheriff Sherma once told him she would give him a token of service for being a partner and helping him solve serial murder cases.
“But I was in a hurry,” argued it.
“If just for a minute.”
Sheriff Sherma insisted.
“Ya, okay. I stopped by for a while to pick it up and it'll be back.”
The two of them then headed to the police station.
Detective Carl sits down, waiting for Sheriff Sherma to enter the room.
“Carl, why are you here?”
Briptu Scarlet who saw him immediately approached him.
“I want to meet you and ask you out,” chirps origin to tease her lover.
“Close your mouth, I'm at work,” he said slowly but deeply in Detective Carl's heart.
Briptu Scarlet can't be joked. He was always serious. But I don't know why Detective Carl likes it. He is also not romantic.
“This is for you, Detective Carl.”
Suddenly Sheriff Sherma came with a box containing a badge of honor.
It was Briptu Scarlet who was about to get angry again, when he fell silent when he saw Sheriff Sherma now pinning the badge of the award itself on Detective Carl's tuxedo.
I have misunderstood. It turned out that he had come to take the badge, his mind had just realized.
He immediately returned to his room because the two men were now engaged in a conversation.
The next ten minutes Detective Carl says goodbye because he has to solve his case immediately.
In front of the police station he passed by a man who had just parked his car.
“Foster Bridge?!” screeches, surprised.
“Why is he here?” ogre.
Foster Bridge was once a police agent. He is the descendant of a rich man. And he resigned from his duties as a police agent after 10 years of service.
He's almost 40 years old. Supposedly from the age he looks mature, there are some hair that starts to whiten. But the man had black hair, none of it was white.
Maybe because he switched professions to become an entrepreneur now and made it a flood of money that made him young.
“Halo, Detective Carl.”
The man greets Detective Carl first. His gaze was a sharp glance yet he immediately took his eyes off Detective Carl and hurriedly walked into the office. Even before Detective Carl answered his greeting the man had already walked into the office.
Detective Carl stops and turns around.
“Why do I feel like that guy is avoiding me or exactly running away from me?” mumbling again.
He later recalled that the man had something to do with Sarah Michelin.
The big question arises, how can the man have a relationship with Sarah Michelin who is ten years old.