Alfred.

   Work. 

~Dia Wealeane~

"Hey, cop."

I said over the phone, knowing fully well what I'd just done. 

"Cop?"

His intrigued voice came on,

"Did I speak amiss? You sure ain't a lacrosse team player."

He chuckled,

"Of course not. I simply couldn't just place the sudden formality."

I scrunched my nose,

"You'll probably have to get used to it then."

"Alright."

He succumbed under the puff of the air. 

I seriously didn't know why I was being all cheeky with him. I just felt really light and playful that day. Probably because there's no potential threat anymore. Rowe had been apprehended and Glen? About to find that out. 

"So, about Rowe."

"Yea, about him. The reason I called."

"Okay?"

"He wouldn't admit to the offences. And when I say admit, I mean he's still covering up for Glen. "

"But you have enough evidence in the flash I gave to you

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