Geralt glanced sideways at Ace and sensed his admiration for the Maya Gang.
True enough, many young people thought those flashy motorcycle clubs were cool and rich, worshipping them like celebrities.
Geralt had no comment on that. That was just how things were; saying more was pointless.
Nancy asked, "Did you call the police?"
"Yeah," George said. She didn't think calling the police would solve anything.
And the facts proved George right.
The Maya Gang had lawyers who billed by the minute. They were educated criminals who understood the law. Crude methods were useless against them. In fact, the people involved in the vandalism turned themselves in and made bail that very same day.
Then what? At most, they would pay some compensation and do a little community service.
But for errand runners on the fringe like Terry, the Maya Gang could pull together a whole platoon!
"Chief Poirot," Geralt greeted.
"Geralt."
Chief Poirot was a middle-aged man in his forties with a slight belly and a composed, imposing expression. "Are John and Mary doing well?"
"They're doing well."
"That's good." Chief Poirot glanced at Nancy without giving her a pleasant look. Mainly because Nancy had caused him quite a few headaches. "If you have something to say, say it."
"May I ask how you plan to handle the matter with Claw Restaurant?" Geralt asked.
"How to handle it..." Chief Poirot said, "The police are only responsible for making arrests. Prosecutors handle the charges, and judges handle the trials."
After a pause, Chief Poirot said, "The police can only act within the framework of the law. The most I can do is send people to keep watch near the restaurant."
"Nancy, don't do anything reckless. They aren't ordinary criminals." Chief Poirot stared at Nancy seriously. "Your father can't bear losing