Karl's call went through and he said only one sentence.
"Luther, your sister is now in my police station, come over here."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Shelly was dumbfounded that this little cop could have her brother's phone number and was calling her brother to come over. So he wasn't calling his boss for instructions.
Oh God, the last thing she wanted was for Luther to know about this! It's over, it's over!
"Why did you call my brother? Can't I handle my own business myself? Why did you have to call him!" Shelly screamed out of control.
"I heard you mention your brother repeatedly and I figured you must need him badly, so I called for you." Karl shrugged, "Here's my ID, and you should remember it. If you have any complaints, you will need it."
"You are so…" Shelly gasped, unable to speak.
"I'm sorry, I have business to attend to, so excuse me."
Karl put on a poker face and crossed past Shelly, striding straight away.
"Puff."
Juanita couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Huh." Joyce also couldn't help but laugh, "So funny, trying to fight with Karl ..."
"Don't even know what happened." Juanita picked up on that.
Shelly sat back in her chair in a fury. She looked more and more anxious, stomping her feet. How the hell was she going to cope with this situation?
Victor did a preliminary identity check of the onlookers one by one.
If they could not give any useful testimony, he would just take their numbers and let them go back first.
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