Chapter 17. Don't Meddle

《 Shirley 》

I had my eyes shut close as Dylan's voice kept getting closer, "Last night I talked to Sienna, she said she really hates you." His eyes were still probably on me.

"What?" The officer sounded shocked.

"Such a pity, isn't it?" Dylan snickered and stood right beside my bench, making me gulp.

Before Dylan could spit out more venomous words, someone cut in, "Been waiting long, Dylan?"

I finally felt at ease as I wasn't in Dylan's focus anymore. At least I hoped I wasn't and hadn't blown up my cover.

"Not you again," groaned Mr. Stratford.

"Wow, you never leave Dylan alone, do you, Mr. Stratford? I would really like to know what is an FBI agent doing at a petty attempt to murder case here," said the newly arrived man whose face I had yet to see.

"Riley, can I leave it to you?" Dylan asked him.

"Definitely. Go back and relax. You have an important race to attend tomorrow after all," said the 'Riley' person.

"Okay. I'm