Ramsey
"Good day, sir," the policewoman said quietly. "How are you doing? How is your wife?"
"She's fine," I said curtly. "You're here again?"
"Yes," the woman said with a sigh. "I know there's a lot on your plate, but Paul keeps insisting on justice and…"
"How much is the car?" I asked quietly.
"Sir, if we could just…"
"Listen, I have a lot on my plate and I don't want to be bothered by trivial things. Fine, will two hundred thousand cover the car and get him to shut up?"
Paul stepped forward, his voice still hoarse from yesterday. "I want this animal arrested immediately. Look what he did to me!" He gestured at his bruised neck. "He nearly killed me, and he destroyed my car!"
One of the policeman's eyes widened. "Two hundred… that's too much…"
Paul pushed past him and came to stand in front of me. "I don't want your money, I want an apology, a heartfelt one. If you don't give me that, then I'll really sue."
I laughed.
