The two people were both Mexican-American, looking young, just in their early twenties.
The Mexican-American man was not tall, appeared a bit thin, furrowing his brows, with a somewhat gloomy expression.
The Mexican-American woman bore a resemblance to Santu Gonzalez, and said, "Carlton, that police officer is dead, we have to do something."
"I've said it before, I'm not the one who killed him, don't stir up trouble."
The Mexican-American woman said, "Precisely because we didn't kill him, we need to clarify things."
Carlton appeared a bit agitated, "Clarify?
How do you propose we clarify things?
Don't joke around, it's impossible to clarify.
If those cops can't catch the murderer, they'll definitely use us as scapegoats."
The Mexican-American woman said, "Neither you nor I fired the shot, what's so hard to clarify?"
Carlton snorted, "You think just because you didn't fire a shot, you're safe.
What if the police consider us as accomplices to the murderer?
