"Hope you all can follow through this time!"
After reaching up to pinch his brow again, the somewhat fatigued old Charl hesitated briefly before sighing,
"And also, he did save my wife. When you find him, try to be gentle, make sure not to hurt anyone."
"Okay, we remember!"
"Hmm, if you remember, then go, get the stuff back for me!"
Once the detectives left with their new task, the old man, filled with exhaustion, relaxed his body, leaning back against the thickly padded office chair. He joined his index and middle fingers from both hands, continuously rubbing his throbbing temples.
*I really am getting old...*
With Charl Department Store growing ever stronger, these good years had dulled his alertness significantly. If it were twenty years ago, even ten, he wouldn't have let things spiral to this point.
