There was no sound in the surroundings where the doctor sat on a wooden bed. The room was dark, though pale moonlight entered through a small window and gave him just enough visibility to make out the iron bars in front of him. A series of vertical bars stood across the front of the room, joined by a few horizontal ones. The doctor had already realized where he was. His cheek carried a bruised mark, while several patches of dirt covered his white shirt, as though he had fallen somewhere or perhaps something else had happened to him.
He sat on the wooden bed positioned along the left side of the small room, which was nothing more than a jail cell. His eyes remained fixed on the ground, but his mind was somewhere else. He had two choices. He could tell the truth about his partner, Genido, and allow the police to arrest him as well, or he could remain silent and protect him. Yet both choices carried the same consequence. He would remain under arrest. Before he could think any further, a police officer appeared outside the bars. The moment the doctor's gaze shifted toward him, the officer began questioning him about the person behind the case and what he knew about it. The questions gave the doctor enough room to understand what the officer expected from him, but there was still nothing the doctor wanted to say. His own thoughts continued to fight against him until eventually he made the only decision he believed could move the situation forward. He would call Genido and tell him that he had brought another supply. The words felt heavier than they sounded. Speaking about such a cruel business in front of the law was not easy, yet the doctor continued.
After his final approval, the police station fell silent again. The doctor stood from the bench, and the assistant rose from his chair as the doctor moved toward the exit bars. The police grabbed his hands, pulled them behind him and pushed him toward the nearby table before making him sit down. His cellphone lay on the table inside a transparent pouch. The officer gestured toward the assistant, who pulled the pouch toward himself, gradually removed the phone and then threw it toward the doctor's hand. Despite the intensity of the situation, the doctor somehow managed to catch it. The plan was finally beginning, but its success depended entirely on what the doctor could make Genido believe.