He hung up the phone.
Dean smiled as he looked at a dumbfounded Dick. "Did you hear that clearly?"
Being so close, Dick naturally heard every word Amon said.
He licked his lips and asked, somewhat incredulously, "Dean, are you really just the chief of detectives in Los Angeles?"
Dean reached into his coat, pulled out his FBI and NSA credentials, and said indifferently, "Actually, I'm also a special agent for the FBI, an honorary consultant for the NSA, and an honorary chief of detectives for the New York Police Department. In fact, if you had told me about this matter earlier, they probably would have given me some face."
He spoke casually. But each title was like a huge stone thrown into a lake, stirring up massive waves in Dick's young mind, rippling endlessly, and finally transforming into admiration and…worship!
Cousin Dean, you're awesome!
