The interrogation room wasn't really an interrogation room it was the usual rest areas that were part of the lounge .
In the room were three officers one stood by the right wall facing the sitting area while two sat on the sofas looking at Alaric who was sitting opposite them. Their black uniforms looked out of place in the bright room.
Alaric poured tea for them as he waited for them to start the interrogation. He had expected the interrogation but not this fast maybe after a day or two later.
The police in this world must be really hardworking, he mused to himself trying to hide a chuckle.
One of the police a burly man built like a tank with a crew cut leaned forward his muscles bulging in his too tight uniform.
He pushed a photo Alaric could recognize by looking at him.
" This is Damon Wayans ," he said his voice low ," do you recognize him? "
Alaric leaned forward and looked at the photo before his face lit up .
" Yes I do know him, he's a client."
