The sun had set, and the remnants of a recent commotion lingered in the air.
This was a digital era, and as expected, people around instinctively reached for their phones, eager to capture the incident.
However, to their disappointment, there was nothing substantial to record.
Timothy's house had sustained minor damage, and the road bore a few scars, but beyond that, there was no visible sign of what had transpired.
Before Timothy could say anything, Miebaka stepped in.
"We'll start here. You'll need to give a statement later at the association, no more, no less. For now, let me see what I can do."
Timothy regarded him with a blank expression.
Trusting him was no longer an option.
The guy had already proven his incompetence.
He chose to ignore Miebaka entirely, relying on him would be pointless.
As Miebaka left, only Timothy and Miriam remained.
She stood there, speechless.
Without looking at her, Timothy walked past, muttering a single question:
