The man walked over to the car and opened the door.

“Out!” said the man to which the plain-clothed police man complied wiithout any objections. He flew out of the car as fast as any that Malee had everthought possible, considering his size. The mysterious man came in and reversed the car and drove to the other part of the city.

“Having fun, George?” said the man as he took off his hat to show his shiny bald head, revealing himself to the chief police commissioner that Malee had taken the photo with. “I have aan another car waiting near the safe house, without tracking from HQ.” he continued. He was taking all precautions to ensure that there would be no traces to the George, and the passenger he was carrying. Soon , they reached the other side of the central square into a garage beside a small shop selling party accessories.

Once in, the garage door closed, completely darkening the place before the lights came out. George took off his hat and came out of the car , followed by Malee. It was a small garage but enough space for an another car beside theirs. It must be the second car to change that the commissioner mentioned, Malee thought.

“Care for a drink? Don’t worry, this is a safe house for VVIPs. Only a few in the force know about this place.” said the commissioner to which George nodded. The events unfolded must have triggered a recall of what happened years ago and shaken him. The commissioner led them to a door and into the room behind the shophouse. Malee was surprised by how well decorated the place was. Then Malee remembered the place was a safehouse for VVIPs.

“Drinks are in the fridge.” said the commissioner as he hanged his hat and coat and took off his glasses. Malee went over to the fridge and recognized a brand and poured 2 glasses for them. George took a look a glass before emptying it in a single gulp. Commissioner and Malee exchanged glances after that. Malee wondered if she should called Mary before George spoke out.

“I am fine. The weather must have gotten to me.” smiled George.