At the end of it all, Yohan lay on his bed with Vivian resting on his chest.
It was already morning, but he didn't want to wake her after such a long night.
His phone on the bedside table rang, but he ignored it after seeing Helen's name.
He knew she was probably just going to scold him about what he had done earlier, and he just wasn't ready for any of that right now.
Helen called a few more times before giving up with a sigh.
She pushed open the door and stepped inside the office.
"You called for me, sir?"
The Police Commissioner sat behind his desk. His small stature, neatly pressed uniform, and tiny mustache made him look like a certain miniature European dictator, except his pot belly protruded far enough to ruin the resemblance.
Mayor Grant was also present, along with the Deputy Commissioner, a man not much older than thirty with a sturdy build, glasses, and a clean-shaven face.
