"Who did this?"
Warren jumped from his seat on the bench on the side of the repair shop while he was peering at the car that was getting repaired on one of the vulcanizing shops in Jeffrey Street upon hearing the voice of the senior at his back. The senior's face was obviously filled with displeased, his eyes fixed on his old and barely breathing car, the car that had been with him for almost twelve years, it was the car he bought as soon as he got savings from his paycheck.
Warren immediately saluted towards the leader, but he just went past him, instead, crouched down and examined his getting treated car, the car that he did not fail to tell him to take care of because it had been his partner since he started being part of the police.
Warren watched with a guilty pout as the senior i
