San Rodolfo City Council, a female councilor looked at the documents in her hand, pushed her glasses up, and glanced at the man sitting in the chair.
Sheriff Gru was clearly arranged to sit in the 'defendant's seat,' yet his demeanor was as calm as ever.
Just the noisy chirping of insects.
I have so many crimes, so much dirt, and you don't dare to touch them. You only dare to make a fuss about the LAPD officer's body camera issue.
What is this?
Cowards!
"Gru, um, I notice that there have been a dozen instances of LAPD action officer body cameras malfunctioning last month. Does this indicate that they lack the basic capabilities required to perform their duties?"
The councilor made her move, posing a tricky question.
Gru leaned back a little, placing his hands on the small table in front of him, silently looking at the councilor.
He was thinking.
If he followed her line of reasoning, attributing the body camera issue to the officers' capability, he'd fall into their trap.
