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You give a glance to the poking stick. It enchants you with its presence. You decide not to be charmed by it and ask something else to keep your mind away from it.
“Who is in Vanessa’s office?” You don’t know if the station is usually this noisy, but it’s worth asking.
“She’s having a meeting with two young gentlemen, two brothers – I don’t know their names. How they got a meeting with the Lieutenant is beyond me.” Yareli doesn’t appear to know a great deal about them.
“First time seeing them?” You act on your hunch and ask.
“Yes, they’re not from these parts.” Yareli is unmoved by your social acuity. “Now…” Yareli really wants you to take the poking stick.
The office door blasts open, taking your attention away from the stick. It’s the two brothers arguing, with Vanessa trailing behind from a short distance, looking as discombobulated as ever. One of them is frighteningly lanky and grizzly looking, and the other is… wide? He’s tall too, but not as tall as his brother, he’s in a far better mood – they’re like a comedy duo. You believe that you know them from somewhere. Yareli stands up from her curiosity.
“Har! Har! Har! You got your meeting! I told ya not to expect something different!” The wide brother chuckles, his voice echoes through the station. His taller brother seems upset.
“It’s imperative that we recover the item, you see, dear brother?” The taller brother sounds professional, yet he doesn’t sound as commanding as his brother.
“Your beard growing inside your ears or somethin’? It’s *off* limits, Max. The nice police lady said so.” The smiling brother shrugs down comically. “Evidence, you say it was?”
“C-Correct.” Vanessa didn’t want to upset the evil-looking lanky man. “We’re going to return your possessions once the investigation is over!”
“You admit the object belongs to me, correct? Then it’s only natural it returns to its rightful owner, don’t you see? It’s an irreplaceable historical piece from our family, an item dear to my heart. You don’t want to break my heart. Don’t you dare hurt my heart.” The lanky gentleman sounds psychotic, he never lets his lips rest until he’s done talking. “I request you to make an exception.”
“We’re not going over this again. You heard what she did.” The wider brother puts his foot down and pulls his brother from the beard.
“Allegedly.” The taller one slaps the hand of his brother out of his face.
“If you believe in her, wait for the trial.” The smirking brother doesn’t care one bit about what just happened.
“We shall see.” The gloomiest brother wants the last word.
“Yeah, we’re going to.” The other one responds; they’re not being witty, only childish.
“The evidence is quite damning if I say so myself.” Vanessa interjects at the worst time.
“…We’re leaving.” The gloomier brother starts walking towards the door.
