“The cops...” Michael’s unchecked loathing is almost tangible in the air. It’s becoming harder and harder to focus on things like not letting all the shadows in the room do whatever the hell they want. “That doesn’t make any fucking sense, a few cops couldn’t just grab her, she’s... she can do literally anything!” His fingers burrow into his hair again and he begins agitatedly pacing.
“I should check the shop just in case. In case she came back. She probably mopped the floor with those guys already. Or in case one of those fucks is still there. I need to check.”