The rain was still falling, and the Toyota District Police Station was lit up.
Minamoto Tamako sat outside the main entrance, the rain curtain blocking her view; she had been sitting here for four hours today.
The second floor of the police station was a standalone office area, with the chief's office at the very end, separated by solid walls, and even the office door was made of cherry wood, leaving no gaps, ensuring top-notch soundproofing. The chief was very satisfied; he liked playing the violin to relax in his spare time...
If the soundproofing were too poor, wouldn't he have no privacy at all? There should be a sense of boundary between people; the new little patrol police was too ignorant of the rules. Did she think the police station was somewhere she could come and go as she pleased? If a warning isn't issued to set an example, where would his authority be in front of his subordinates…
The landline suddenly rang.
