Chapter 43 - Thirty-Eight: Aftermath
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Orlando Carton, the young Carterburg patrol officer, on the second night of the Harvest Festival, the city was filled with crowds shopping in the Central City District market and watching magic tricks.
Orlando crossed his arms and watched them, inevitably starting to miss his girlfriend—adorable Jane, who must have been very busy helping at a restaurant in the north of the city, where wealthy gentlemen liked to dine with their families during the Harvest Festival.
"Orlando." A senior colleague beckoned to the young man, and Orlando quickly ran over—running errands for his seniors was one of Orlando’s strengths as a rookie.
Pushing through the crowd, Orlando noticed a young man in black dress clothes, with a white handkerchief edged with black on his collar—signaling that someone in his family had recently passed away.
"Mr. Mischael, this is our best rookie from the police department, Orlando Carton." A greasy middle-aged man said, patting Orlando on the shoulder as he approached: "He’s a good lad! I’ll have him help you."
"No problem, Officer Orlando, please follow me."
Orlando followed the gentleman, not quite understanding who he was, but his senior colleague, who could even stick his nose up in front of the chief, had his head bowed to his chest in front of Mr. Mischael, presumably a very significant gentleman.
Following him, Orlando saw a large pile of suitcases... stacked like a small mountain.
They were positioned under the lighted paths, and perhaps because of the presence of a dog, the luggage seemed quite safe and sound.