Chapter 1780

Call the police? Mathew sighed and assumed they weren't getting inside the neighborhood that day. It looked like there was no way out of the situation, so he had already headed back. Clinton pulled out his phone and shoved it into the security guard's hand. "You want to call the police, right? Go ahead and use my phone." Matthew grunted, watching the scene unfold in surprise. He had no idea what Clinton was planning. The guard looked at the phone in his hand, feeling confused. "Why are you giving me your phone? I have my own—" Clinton scoffed. "Call the police if you want. Do you think I'm afraid of you calling them? I'm a police officer. What would I need to worry about?" The security guard raised an eyebrow, looking at Matthew. When he was about to speak, Clinton snorted. "Didn't you see Mr. Dickerson drop me off in a police car?" The guard nodded. "I saw it, but how would I know if he's Mr. Dickerson?" Clinton said coldly, "That man was Mr. Dickerson. He was the one who cra