A night of tenderness.
The next day, Dean drove the pink Porsche Laura had lent him, along with the picture frame he'd forgotten to take out yesterday, to the detective bureau. As soon as he got out of the car, he happened to run into Phoebe and Robert.
"Wow," Phoebe, like an adoring fan, rushed over and touched the pink sports car with envy. "Dean, you actually have a girly heart! Maybe we could become good sisters."
Dean: "..."
Robert also looked at Dean strangely.
"My car was wrecked by Lawrence. This is a friend's car!" Dean explained, his face darkening.
"Okay." Phoebe reluctantly withdrew her hand and said seriously, "By the way, Harry was talking about you all day yesterday."
"How's the investigation into his friend's case going?"
"We've made some headway. Through investigation, the suspect was last seen on Dagger Gang turf. Harry was negotiating with their people there yesterday."
The Dagger Gang, huh...
