Inside the police station.
They didn’t see Freddy Cagwin first, instead they t Mr. Vinson, who Jeff Quinlan knew.
Jeff was adept at handling interpersonal affairs; upon seeing the man, he promptly offered a cigarette, exchanged a few pleasantries, then got straight to the point.
"Mr. Vinson, here’s the thing, what exactly did my nephew do, why was he brought to the police station?"
He spoke well of Freddy, smiling as he said, "He’s a good student, attending McKinney No. 1 Middle School, even a top student in the A class. He usually seems like an obedient child, not the type to cause trouble."
Mr. Vinson had known him for many years; back when Jeff’s company was still around, he had helped Mr. Vinson with certain matters. So when Jeff ca to him personally, Mr. Vinson showed him great respect, holding the cigarette without smoking it, he mumbled vaguely, "Last night our task force conducted a surprise inspection on Alda Street and encountered him at the Sky Bar. We found on his person..."
An illegal substance that young people nowadays are fond of, and carrying this kind of thing is against the law!
Jeff’s brow twitched violently a few tis; he could hardly believe that Freddy would do such a thing.
Aunt Cagwin couldn’t believe it either and looked at the police anxiously, "Officer, could you have made a mistake? Freddy is not that kind of child. In the past, even when he mixed with society outside, he never touched those things; how could he co into contact with them now that he has returned to school..."
Mr. Vinson raised an eyebrow and looked at her aningfully, "He was mixed up in society before? Well, that explains a lot."
Hearing Jeff’s words, he thought he was referring to so exemplary student; turns out the kid was a troublemaker.
"That’s not what I an, I..."
"Aunt Cagwin, don’t worry, let handle this," Jeff intervened, worried her anxiety might lead her to misspeak.
He looked at the man with a relaxed expression, his voice quite grave, "Mr. Vinson, it’s like this, the kid had a rebellious phase for a while, hung out with so street youths, but his nature isn’t bad. This incident must be a misunderstanding. He’s preparing for his college entrance exams, and hasn’t been to school the past few days; the teachers are also asking about him, see... Could you do a favor and release him first?"
To Jeff, Freddy’s situation could be big or small; whether or not the boy was the type to carry illegal substances was not the point, but rather how the situation would be handled afterward.
If the police released him without making a fuss, it would be as though nothing happened.
"He gets good grades and will definitely be able to get into a prestigious university. If his record is tainted, the school might not take him back. This child is genuinely good-natured and filial, often helping his mother with her stall; how could such a child possibly get involved with that kind of substance?"
Jeff stared at him intently, his attitude clear, "Mr. Vinson, you agree, right?"
Under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t be considered a big deal, and usually one could get released by pulling so strings, unless the family didn’t wish to go through those channels.
Jeff knew he still had so standing with Mr. Vinson and was not worried about not being able to bail out Freddy...
But who would have known.
"Mr. Quinlan, it can’t be done this ti," the other’s attitude seed quite determined, "Really, it can’t."
After finishing, he looked around to make sure no one else was passing by before he hesitated to add, "If it had been in the past and you’d asked , I would have definitely given you face. But this ti is different. This ti there’s a city-wide surprise inspection from above, and the nas of all those caught that night were reported imdiately. The higher-ups intend to handle it all very seriously, and every case is to be reported on the news... I, a re station chief, don’t have the power to release him."
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