Cedric was mildly speechless but in all honesty, he wasn't surprised.
Chief Brightstone always struck him as a man who just couldn't give a fuck about what others think of him. This isn't to say that the man was rude and obnoxious, no. The old man was just really honest and a bit crass, but he's a good guy.
The fact that the old man told him that Harold wasn't completely at fault for what had happened was already proof of that. He didn't need to go out of his way to call him here in his office for that matter anyway, yet he still did.
Ignoring the last bit, Cedric sighed and said: "We might think that Harold was just another victim but others don't see it that way."
"Well, fuck them!" The Chief scoffed in disdain, causing Cedric to smile wryly. "Boy, I'm old enough to be your grandfather. I've seen and heard all types of shit in my long ass life, believe me when I say that the public's opinion doesn't amount to shit in the grand scheme of things."
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