Chapter 17: Don't Meddle

< Shirley > I had my eyes shut close as Dylan's voice kept getting closer, "Last night I talked to Sienna, she said she really hates you." His eyes were still probably on me. "What?" The officer sounded shocked. "Such a pity, isn't it?" Dylan snickered and stood right beside my bench, making me gulp. Before Dylan could spit out more venomous words, someone cut in, "Been waiting long, Dylan?" I finally felt at ease as I wasn't in Dylan's focus anymore. At least I hoped I wasn't and hadn't blown up my cover. "Not you again," groaned Mr. Stratford. "Wow, you never leave Dylan alone, do you, Mr. Stratford? I would really like to know what is an FBI agent doing at a petty attempt to murder case here," said the newly arrived man whose face I had yet to see. "Riley, can I leave it to you?" Dylan asked him. "Definitely. Go back and relax. You have an important race to attend tomorrow after all," said the 'Riley' person. "Okay. I'm off then. Bye, Mr. Stratford. I hope I don't see you