Alberto emerged from the bar, Sofia at his side, the sound of her heels clicking on the asphalt.
Before he could fully appreciate the change in his surroundings, his eyes fell on the scene in front of him—the police, the flashing lights, and right in the middle of it, a man forced to kneel, his hands chained behind his back.
Commissioner Roberts stood next to the man, his arms crossed over his chest. His tailored suit, pristine amidst the chaos, made him look like a high-ranking officer, not a regular cop. Which, in a way, he was.
A slight smile played on Alberto's lips. "You caught him."
"Of course, Your Majesty," Roberts said, bowing his head slightly. "He couldn't have gotten far." He gestured to the kneeling man. "Do you want to question him yourself?"
