Oakfield County Police Department.
In the Deputy Director's office, near the window, sat an elderly man around sixty with graying hair.
He was somewhat short and stout, wearing a police uniform, leaning back, with a cigarette clamped in his mouth, looking very satisfied.
Suddenly, the phone on the table rang.
He took a deep drag from his cigarette, answered the call, and a smile appeared on his round old face, "Hello! Boss Hernandez!"
"Director Morgan, how's everything going?" A cold voice from Scarface Hernandez came through the phone.
"Don't worry! Everything is going smoothly! It's just a kid from the countryside, easily handled! Once he confesses and the case is solid, this kid won't have a chance to stand up again."
Deputy Director Morgan chuckled.
"That's good! Thank you, Director Morgan. I'll transfer the 7 million to you shortly!"
"Great! Boss Hernandez, a pleasure doing business!"
Gerald Morgan hung up the phone, feeling quite pleased.
