Abdul took a deep breath to calm himself. He couldn't tell what people were screaming for and made himself scarce instead of joining the crowd. The DCW members had also come out, clutching their umbrellas. His eyes narrowed suspiciously as the group of people excluded the most senior members, making him feel almost ticked. 'Where are they?' The umbrella was restricting his movement as he had to avoid hitting other people or their umbrellas as well as deal with the blowing wind. Annoyed, he closed it, deciding to get wet instead. Warren beside him offered his own umbrella which he refused.
"What the..." the words fell from his mouth as he looked at a blood covered Jay. The two boys rushed towards her, only to be held back by some police officers, who requested them to comply with the questioning. "You okay?" Abdul called out towards Jay, but she showed no response. Maybe she didn't hear him. 'Darn, seeing a person murdered next to her must have shaken her.' He thought. He but his lip slightly. 'I'm not gonna doubt her. Unless proven guilty.'
As they were nearing the questioning table, Abdul noticed Milan being questioned. He was enjoying it more than he should. As Milan got up to leave, he caught sight of Warren and Abdul and said something to the interrogator before leaving. The man pinched the bridge of his nose in agitation.
"Please, have a seat."
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After they both had been proven innocent with solid alibis, (He let Warren do most of the talking.) the police asked to check their belongings. 'Oh crap.' He emptied his pockets, making a mental note to never carry useless things again. The man in front him raised an eyebrow at the items he put on the desk.
A strip of play-dough, a strong thread wrapped around a tiny spool, a few arcade chips, an invisible ink pen which when opened reveal a tiny roll of paper as well and a lighter (which was working despite being wet).
"Might I ask what you need these for?" He motioned toward the most questionable object he held, the lighter. "The crime aside, what are you carrying this for?"
"It has a tiny torch on the other end." Sure enough, the officer found a tiny switch he turned on to see the tiny bulb fitted in the device shining.
"Confiscated." He tried not to feel Warren's glare on him. They both walked away. "In all honesty a lighter is a very useful item." He complained, not the slightest bit remorseful. They returned to the hotel, soaked to the bone. to change Abdul took a quick shower before changing into a plain white shirt and black sixpocket. This time, he only took his cellphone with him.
Milan was in the room, lying on his bed. He stood up at their presence. "Abdul, right? And... Warren? Do you two want to join me and the others at the cafe to discuss about the case?"
"Aster would be better. If I get killed, I wouldn't want that name to be in a obituary, if there is one." He smirked slightly. "Let's head to the cafe. I want to see how Jay is."