"Executive Carter, do you know... do you know by what standards we should proceed?"
Beha North moved closer and asked in a very low voice.
"Are you the police or am I the police?"
Dirk Carter asked.
Beha North had no choice but to nod.
After speaking, he waved his hand.
Arturo Golding and Ira Henderson were handcuffed.
A few minutes ago they were still being cocky.
Now they knew regret, and were wailing like ghosts.
Watching as both were escorted into the police car.
Dirk Carter beckoned to Fitzroy.
Fitzroy nervously ran up and asked, "Executive Carter, is there anything else?"
"Let me ask you, last night, a manager at Lodestar Factory was arrested, have you heard about this?"
Fitzroy looked troubled.
Dirk Carter glared.
Fitzroy dared not play dumb anymore and quickly said, "Yes, yes, his name is Ambrose Garrison, he's the deputy manager of Lodestar Factory."
"And the reason for the arrest?"
Dirk Carter continued to ask.
