The two groups of police had not come from the same precinct.
-the earlier officers belonged to the precinct near Alyosha's home, while the officers before them were responsible for keeping order on Iris Street.
The terrace glass had shattered twice, causing quite a commotion. Nearby residents had called the police, which was why they had come.
Fortunately:
Although the scene was a mess, there were no signs of casualties.
After a cursory inspection, and out of consideration for two "Founding Father" banknotes, the officers were quite happy to accept the explanation that "a writer had deliberately created a frightening atmosphere to capture inspiration."
They gave the two men a perfunctory lecture, then soon took their leave.
In the first-floor living room.
Miles patted his chest in lingering fright and looked at Lorry with admiration:
"Raven, you really knew what to do.
"I almost thought we'd be spending tonight at the police station."
You're overthinking it, Mr. Miles... All I'd have to do is secretly activate the medal in my pocket, and someone would soon come to bail me out...
Only one person would be spending the night at the police station... and that would be you... Lorry grumbled inwardly, then chuckled softly without saying anything.
Miles let out a forceful breath and said earnestly:
"But don't worry.
"I'll pay you back that twenty pounds as soon as possible.
"Mm... as soon as I get the compensation from the plagiarism case."
He had not lost his memory entirely. Having been possessed by the white figure for several days in a row had merely interfered with his memory somewhat, and it had now returned to normal.
-Of course, "normal" did not account for the fright he had suffered.
Moreover, Miles's memories stopped at the night the white figure had possessed him.