"Please tell me, where has Jim Jones been transferred?"
"I'm sorry, you're not a family member of Jim Jones, so we cannot disclose that information."
Fluffy Zane pressed her lips together, her expression solemn. "I am his friend. Don't I even have the right to know that much?"
"I'm sorry," the Police Officer at reception could only say helplessly.
Fluffy Zane had no other recourse and resorted to a threat: "Don't push me. My request isn't excessive. I just want to know where Jim Jones was transferred. If your investigation isn't impartial, why are you being so secretive?"
Jim Jones was simply framed; it shouldn't be difficult to uncover the truth.
Even if he had been transferred, they should at least tell her his new location.
Fluffy Zane's brain was in chaos. On one hand, she was worried about Jim Jones; on the other, she didn't know if his parents were aware of his situation.
If they knew, they would definitely try to save him.
