"I'm eating a pomegranate and right now, I don't understand a word you're saying." He grinned. "You must have thought about the policy one time or another." "What is it that you want to say?" Ronan asked bitterly. "Look, I'm not trying to accuse you of anything. If you're finding anything that I'm saying is bad, then I'm sorry." He smirked, and then got up with Mini to leave. "Fucking bastard," Ronan muttered through clenched teeth. Harry had heard him. He turned around. "Did you say something?" Ronan chuckled. "No." "Why is it that whenever I interrogate someone, they always call me a fucking bastard?" He paused to laugh a little, and Mini giggled. "But I don't mind. Where crime is concerned, I am a bastard." He grinned and bowed down. Ronan stared at him icily, and Mini and Harry left the room. They walked over to the main room to hear Alice screaming at the top of her lungs, crying to her heart's content.
