“What? Aren’t you going to shoot?”

Harvey swung his feet around and crossed his legs, his face still blank and expressionless.

The inspector was both scared and enraged at the same time. In the end, he decided to sit down.

The other inspector, who had short hair, lit up a cigarette and took a huff. He blew the smoke against Harvey’s face.

“Harvey, right?” he asked coldly.

“We already know what happened.”

“You were threatening the victim at the Malone family’s evening banquet, saying that