Local cops in Anderson Island weren’t used to of handling murder cases or suicide cases. Enforcement was supervised by Washington State Police Department and their representatives were cops from Tacoma Police Department.

This was the same place where notorious Brymer had been arrested. And there were the same cops who had played major role in arresting him and sending his back behind the bars.

"What do you think, Warner? A man is found dead inside a phone booth." Olliston told to his companion.

"I can make nothing of this thing. Heart attack is what comes to my mind after watching this." Warner said when he looked at wide open eyes of Dormer who looked to have died peacefully, "He had a clean death."

Jon Olliston still wasn’t saying anything while other cops around him were whimpering.

"What still does make you believe this is a murder?" Warner asked him, "You saw we've got no fingerprints anywhere. There are no damn fingerprints even on glasses of this booth!"

"I support your idea because I am also presuming the same. A man's silence doesn’t always mean he has ruse or disagreement in his mind."

"Doubts? Does it mean doubt?"

"Why doesn’t it? This man was mute and he is found dead inside a phone booth! If he was a man who could speak and died in phone booth then I would have considered this as an accident. But a mute man dies in phone booth. Mr. Alford needs to be informed about this thing."

"The old man is demented as fuck." Warner told him, "He may get insane and if he gets insane then we may lose some vital information which is inside his mind."

"Let him lose his mind. Being part of secrets is nothing but danger." Olliston looked at him.

"Why don’t you leave this job if you hate it so much?" Warner asked out of blue, "You don’t seem to be enjoying all this violence, mysteries and whatsoever."

"I have made my mind already. I may leave this department next month. While you and Benca have a much harder time here, I will be in Texas. I am aware of drug cartels there but it will be better than this active state. I don’t care which city in Texas they do transfer me to. I just don’t want to stay in Washington."

"And till that day you will remain this half – hearted?" Warner raised his voice which made him stand out from whimpering of other men.

"Hey, did you find whose number he had dialed before he died?" he asked another cop who had been listing number as much as he could.