For however long the first half of their trip was, they rode in silence. The man who had found his letter to be counterfeit had felt that his time was wasted on such a trip. He didn't care for how this went. He wanted to get things over with as soon as humanly possible.
"This guy keeps on trying to pass me."
"Just let him."
"No, I have more important things to worry about than this guy riding my fender."
Javier wasn't a good driver. He crashed cars before. This was just another day for him. Poji, who was riding shotgun, was fearing for his life. In Javier's defense, he was going the speed limit. But alas, the person behind him turned into the left lane and sped up until the cars were parallel.
"Come on, just slow down and let him pass."
"No."
Almost as if he could hear Javiar, the man in the car turned into him the second he finished talking. Both cars flew off the road a second later. No less than thirty seconds later, Javier was dragging the guy out of his car. It was Loosy.
"Nice to know that you're on the case."
Poji, in all of his mind, was able to figure out that the detectives weren't working together. If they were, then they would be here. Burino would consider this a clever notion later on in his life.
"And we would also like to know how you got a car."
Another clever moment was when Poji asked where he got the car from. If he stole it, then he was in fact working on his own. If he had it gifted to him by Mr. Sun, then it meant that they could no longer speak to Mr. Sun. The interrogation began shortly.