The Wolf of Los Angeles

[Chapter 134: Late-Stage AIDS Anxiety]

At the precinct, Hawke finished giving his statement and stepped out of the interrogation room.

A female officer waited by the door and quietly pointed to the left, saying, "The fifth room, the sheriff's office. She's waiting for you."

Hawke hurried over, knocked on the door, and upon hearing Erica's voice, he pushed the door open.

"Make yourself comfortable," Erica said.

Hawke sat on a single chair and asked, "That guy didn't die, right?"

"No, just a minor injury," Erica replied briefly. "He broke his nose and lost a lot of teeth; he's been temporarily taken to the hospital."

She continued, "You have a contract with your employer, and there's no issue in protecting their legal rights."

Hawke said, "I called Brian; he'll be my attorney."