When Morven got home, there was a thin man sitting on his stoop.
"I've been looking for you. You weren't at the station" explained the man.
"I was probably busy, we were in a meeting."
The man looked Middle-Eastern. Morven started to sweat.
"Can I help you?" he stammered.
"Yes, please. My name's Carter."
"Aa!" gasped Morven. Breathing out very slowly, he said, "I'm Inspector Holltip."
"I'm trying to organize a protest."
"I'm sorry, I can't help you."
Morven rushed past the man and opened his door.
"The officer at the station said it'd need a special permit but she couldn't say why," the man called after him.
Morven jumped inside and slammed the door.