In an alleyway close to Cloudy Street, Julian leaned against the wall of a building, drinking from a water bottle.
"You're alright?"
Karma asked and peeked out of the alleyway—he saw police cars parked outside his house and lawmen searching the taxi and the house with an open door.
"What is the Police Force doing? Aren't they arresting Zachary?"
"I am… alright."
Julian crushed the empty water bottle in his hand and stood up, but his legs still felt weak like jelly.
"Let's go then."
Karma said, walked out of the alleyway, and approached his house, but there was yellow tape surrounding the perimeter and police cars parked out front.
"Excuse us, but you cannot come here."
A lawman stopped them with his hand reached out to them.
"I am this house's owner. Is something happening here?"
Karma asked.
"You're… Karma Hunter?"
The lawman asked and saw Karma nod his head.
