Salvar. George. Federic.
Three bar wreckers sat on the metallic chair of the police station, while three of the police officers were pacing around the office collecting documents, while the rest remained busy on their computers.
After the accident, an ambulance was called, and Damon was immediately sent to the hospital, while three monks were sent to the police station.
"What have you done, Federic?" George whispered quietly, but anger flared through his voice.
"It's Salvar's fault!" Federic replied, pointing his finger towards Salvar. His shirt was wet from the wine residual, and streaks of Damon's blood were dried on his face.
And as two of them argued, Salvar sat shirtless in the police station.
His hands were in front of his chest, covering his nipples from the cold wind.
He saw one of the officers squinting at them while adjusting her files.
"Shut the fuck up, I am dying. It's bloody cold in here." Salvar whispered as he shook his legs involuntarily and bent his neck to look at the ceiling of the building.
Federic gritted his teeth as he looked at Salvar before he turned towards one of the officers and said, "Officer, he punched me first, and you can see my broken nose. It's probably broken because he attacked me badly and threatened me that if I don't break up with George, he will kill me."
Salvar didn't react, nor did the police officers.
"Save that for later, kid." One of them said.
Salvar was looking at the spiders crawling across the ceiling, catching prey to feed itself through its beautiful web.
Right now, Salvar wondered where he was.
Was he a spider or a prey?
As he was lost in thought, somebody tossed a uniform blazer over his body and said, "Follow me."
He looked up at the female officer.
She was muscular.
Bloody muscular.
She was definitely an Alpha. Black, thick-rimmed glasses sat on her nose, while the ponytail without a single strand of messy hair gave her a clean look.
Salvar followed behind her, wearing the blazer given to him. It was a good fit.
She went behind her desk while Salvar sat before her.
"Name?" She started with the generic questionnaire while noting on the pad.
"Salvar Beladore."
The officer paused her actions and slightly glared at Salvar from her glasses, but she followed, "Any identity proof you have right at this moment?"
Their phones were confiscated, hence he needed a physical document.
Salvar took out the residential card from his wallet and handed it to the officer.
"Alright, can you tell me the significant detail about what happened back at the scene?"
Salvar spoke, his voice was loud and clear enough to be heard by George and Federic, who were sitting in different corners, narrating each different stories.
"Initially, my best friend Damon and I, and his casual friend George, went to the pub to enjoy the night. Everything was going fine until Federic came."
Salvar paused a little and looked at the officer, observing her.
The officer looked straight into his eyes before nodding as she said, "Continue."
"Hours passed, and when I was about to leave, as I felt nauseous, Federic forced me to sign a fraudulent contract. I refused, hence he poured water over me and started abusing. Initially, I started the fight, but by definition, it was self-defence. I did not threaten Federic as his former accusation, but I indeed said that I am going to expose their fraudulent company to the media. And he tried to kill me through head injury, but instead injured my bestfriend."
George and Federic, who were talking with their respective assigned officer, almost choked on air when they heard Salvar shamelessly spouting lies.
"Fucking liar!"
Federic stood up from his seat as he aggressively approached Salvar, but before he could step further, George caught his arms and shook his head.
He looked at Salvar with a strange expression. His expression was calculated, but the rage behind his eyes could not be hidden.
Did Salvar see right through their plan? Was it that obvious? But even now, George refuses to believe that Salvar was wise. He wasn't dumb, but he was desperate for attention.
From him, from Damon. Right, he was doing this to gain his attention.
"Hey! Sit right on your damn seat now. This is not a bar." The police officer interviewing Federic scolded as he tapped the table to make his point.
"Do you even know who my father is?" Federic questioned.
"No. Do I look like I fucking care? If you run your mouth more than it's necessary, you will be kept behind bars, and that doesn't serve you drink."
George released Federic's wrist and gently pushed him towards his seat.
His eyes kept glaring at Salvar, like he was a leopard looking at its prey.
Salvar returned his gaze. He looked at him with a relaxed expression, with a sense of mockery and superiority.
What if George were a leopard? He was the damn coyote.
George was confused about how Salvar acted. He switched up like he never belonged to something. Like a damn octopus molding itself into various shapes just to pass through a hole.
"The fraud documentation, do you have the proof?"
"Yes," Salvar said, "The document is shared in my email."
George's eyes widened at his answer. He never sent the files to Salvar.
Salvar was amused by looking at his face.
He gave him a small smile that metaphorically implied.
Did you fucking see that coming? Haha, caught you off guard.
He got George's alternate email account, as friends typically share their accounts. They did it too.
Salvar Airdropped the document to himself while the people rushed and chaos continued after Damon got hit, and emailed it to himself through George's email before deleting the Airdrop details.
The female officer asked one of the officers to bring the confiscated phones to her. Salvar was asked to unlock the phone in front of her to avoid misconduct.
Salvar unlocked the phone and showed her the email from George that was sent an hour ago.
The officer asked Salvar to share the document with the department's email.
Salvar did. He locked the phone, went to his seat, and looked at the officer whose face lit up and expression changed as she read the document.
"Mr Hamel, he not only attempted to murder his friend but also prepared a fraudulent contract for him to sign."
The female officer's voice was loud enough as she talked to the officer interviewing Federic, ignoring the presence of three unknown figures in the department.
"Murderer and a financial fraud combo?" The officer squinted his eyes at Federic.
"No! That guy is a liar. I did not force him to sign the contract; instead, I refused to get him in my company. It was... it was George who planned everything and asked me to present the contract to Salvar. He was the one who called me to the bar. I have the voice call record."
"Yeah, I planned it because Federic asked me for a favor to help him gain financial and authoritative power in the company." George's voice was controlled to prevent the situation from going out of control. "And I didn't send the contract to Salvar, now Federic and me signed forced him to sign the contract, nor did we email him. I have my own official email, but Salvar has hold of my private account. If the email account that sent Salvar the document is my private account, you know what is happening, officer."
"You choose to send it through your private account; it has nothing to do with me." Salvar tilted his head as he said softly. Like white sugar mixed with deadly arsenic.
"Officer, I think it's wise to check the CCTV footage of the bar." Salvar said, his voice laced with confidence.
Because the spot Damon and George chose to sit was a blind spot with a broken camera covering that area.
In his previous life, the broken camera worked to their advantage. But in this life, the broken camera will work for Salvar's favor.