[THE DETECTIVE VI]

"What?"

"There are no anomalies like you said," Amy said indifferently. The woman downed her half-empty coffee cup. "I mean, anomalies?"

"Do you think this is all a joke?"

Amy shrugged. "Life is a joke, isn't it?" She frowned when I didn't break eye contact, then sighed. "Everyone takes this job as seriously as you do, okay. And, no. These are all preliminary test results."

"So what does it say?"

"Do I have to repeat it ten times?" snapped Amy, in a more sarcastic tone this time. "I don't think so, really. If you want to go through a more intensive examination, I can refer you to the city centre's more adequate research agency. That is, if they believe your alibi."

"What does 'if they believe' mean."

Amy frowned, again. "You're sure you're not drunk, right?"

I growled, stomped my feet repeatedly, and prepared to leave. What a bunch of corrupt people who like to manipulate facts.

Were they this pathetic to begin with? Were they already beyond help.

I went to the interrogation room agai