Scent of Broken

Jefferson knew he would be called into the deputy chief's office to speak. So along the way, in his black mini car, Jefferson thinks about the answers to the questions the deputy chief of police might ask. He tried to think of the best possible explanation while struggling to focus while driving on the busy city streets.Mainly when Willie was shot. It didn't kill him, but it made Jefferson feel guilty. Ignoring Cliff's suggestion to go home and rest at home, he simply climbed into the ambulance and accompanied Willie. He stayed in the hospital for two days.Everyone knew his stubborn temper, so no one tried to force Jefferson to go home and rest. He just came home yesterday, and that's because the doctor has stated that Willie can go home.Willie has three days off, and he decided to spend his day off with his beloved dog, Alto. While Jeff chose to go to the office.Jefferson was a little worried, his steps weren't as steady as usual, and his back was a little hunched. Even as soon a

Dinner ended late at night, and Jefferson had to drive Willie to his house first, so he got home about one in the morning. But Jefferson left for the office at precisely seven in the morning with giant eye bags and a dark gaze as if a cloud of mist had covered his face. Willie still resting in his house, Howard and Malvin were assigned somewhere, and Jefferson passed them as they walked out of the office. They didn't see Jefferson because they were so busy getting ready, and Jefferson didn't greet them even though he saw them. This was an incredible opportunity to get away from those two nosy people; they always had time to make fun of Jefferson, no matter how busy they were. It seemed, today, he could work without any disturbance by anyone. And it's a good thing, though. But just as he turned on his laptop, Tom walked over to his desk. Mr. Tucker wanted him to go to his room whenever he had free time; he said there was something he wanted to talk about, but it was not urgent. J

Unfortunately, the three strangers were still in the cafe until Jefferson and Troy paid for their orders and went to the cafeteria on the second floor because they would meet Jaxon and Andrew there. Jefferson didn't have much time to talk with his first friend. "Many rumors are circulating. Several agents believe they are members of another mafia, as Mr. Tucker told you. They want to get information from the police because they feel we know more than they do. We don't know where they got the information about new officers." Jefferson nodded as they walked up the stairs to the second floor. "That's weird. How can they be so sure if we have more information?" Troy shrugged his shoulders. "I don't get it either, but there are other assumptions about them, but the scariest one is the assumption that they are Homer and Hugo's men to investigate us. Let's hope this isn't true." Jefferson gulped hard. He didn't want to imagine that Homer and Hugo had managed to investigate him and the o

Jefferson regretted it; he shouldn't have just left. It could be that the text wasn't from Andrew, it could be that someone with bad intent was waiting for him, Or at least Jefferson had to make sure that it was really Andrew. After all, he couldn't stand being there for long, and it seemed to give him an instant solution. Jefferson put the invitation on his motorbike under the handlebar; he purposely hoped that it would disappear, someone would pick it up or be swept away by the wind as soon as he came back. To be honest, he didn't want to take it home. Jefferson stepped into the market, and luckily he found Andrew sitting there alone, grinning at him; Jefferson's second regret. Jefferson smiled uncomfortably; he joined Andrew, sitting across from him. The furthest place he could sit without being too obvious that he didn't want to be with that pervert. "I thought you were here, so I come," Andrew said, taking a sip of coffee that was still hot, the smoke billowing and feeling

Saturday came sooner than Jefferson had anticipated.And he just realized that tonight is Saturday night, which means there will be an inevitable long traffic jam because everyone is out for the weekend; Jefferson took a deep breath, cursing his not-so-good luck.Andrew was playing with his phone, and Jefferson's sigh caught his attention. Andrew kicked Jefferson's leg lightly. And he didn't think it was a problem, but Jefferson kicked his leg so hard he screamed, and Mr. Brooke almost spilled the coffee he was drinking.Fortunately, few visitors came today; they were the only ones in the cafe. People were busy spending their weekends going to beautiful and aesthetic places, not to ugly places like this market. But at least their little argument didn't need to be seen by too many people. However, he was worried about how he would make it through Tuesday when the cafe became crowded.What Jefferson needed to worry about was right now, where he would have to be stuck with that pervert u