Lisa and Daisy hurried through the city streets, their coats pulled tightly around them to shield against the biting evening chill. The glow of streetlights illuminated the streets as they approached the police station, its imposing façade casting long shadows on the pavement.
Daisy hesitated for a moment at the entrance, glancing at Lisa. "Do you think Inspector Jolly will take us seriously? After all, according to law, twenty four hours haven't passed yet. So legally we can't file ab FIR. What if he just thinks we're overreacting?"
Lisa squared her shoulders, determination etched across her face. " Inspector Jolly knows Max. He respects him. Once we explain everything, he'll listen. He has to."
They stepped through the glass doors into the brightly lit lobby of the station, the smell of coffee and faint traces of disinfectant filling the air. Officers moved about, some typing reports at desks while others conferred in hushed tones. The hum of activity was oddly reassuring.
