What was the worse that could happen anyway? April reasoned. She cleared her throat. "Well, I am so sorry I started off on the wrong foot, because everything I told you in there was lies. I really need an outlet, and I am glad you are a police officer. I was going to doubt, but I saw your uniform in your mum's office, and those boots. What's left to see is your ID card."
Flynn chuckled, pulling out one from his breast pocket. She took it and examined it closely. Peter Flynn was his name. "So Peter is your actual name, and Flynn is your surname, huh?" she handed it back.
He smiled. "Hell, yeah. Though most of my colleagues prefer shorter names for less stress. I remember my first time at the academy, after signing up and introducing myself, the only thing I recall the General saying was. Flynn! Come up here! And Flynn it has ever been since then."
April laughed. "That's funny." She could imagine the name call in her head already.
"Alright. Let's listen to your story then."
