"Thanks again! See you tomorrow!"

Jasmine smiled as she exited the history museum, which was her new place of work, after saying good-night to the security guard. She used to be the curator for the USS Missouri in Hawaii when her boss offered her a two year transfer to the National Museum in Ireland, where she would be head curator. Seizing the opportunity, Jasmine agreed.

She adjusted the strap of her Mulberry satchel on her shoulder before walking towards the diner nearby. It was her third day in Dublin and she was loving everything Dublin offered. She ordered her usual take-out and was walking towards the nearest bus-stop when she saw a young boy, about 15 years old, looking suspicious near a car in the parking lot.

Since it was a late night, Jasmine found it odd for a young boy to be hanging around so late, much less be acting suspicious. She walked closer towards him and caught him with a bunch of keys in his hand, drawing a straight line on the outside of the car doors with a key.

"HEY!" Jasmine called out

The boy looked up and in panic, he threw the bunch of keys towards her and bolted. Stupidly, Jasmine caught the bunch of keys, not exactly sure what just happened. At the same time that she caught the keys, a guy with flaming red hair came out from the bar next to the diner. He walked towards his car and seeing the long line that was etched into his side doors, he turned and looked at Jasmine.

"Did yer key mah car?" He asked
"I'm sorry?" Jasmine said, trying to understand the guy's deep Irish accent.

He walked up to her and said, "Ah asked if yer keyed mah car."

"Did I—No! Definitely not!" Jasmine said

He looked at the bunch of keys in her hand, "Yer sure that's yer answer? Ah can have those keys examined and ah reckoned they'd come back a match to those on mah car."

"I know this looks really bad but I am definitely not the one who keyed your car. I was on my way to the bus stop when I saw a boy about 15 years old standing by your car. I saw him key your car so I yelled 'hey' and he threw the keys to me before running away." Jasmine said

She looked at him but all he remained unimpressed.

"I'm serious! Why would I want to do such a juvenile thing?" Jasmine said
"Yer tell meh. Yer the one with the keys." He said

Jasmine let out a frustrated sigh, "Seriously. It wasn't me!"

"Save yer explanation fer the station." Stephen said
"Wha-What? I'm not going to the police station!" Jasmine said

He didn't say anything further but held her by the arm as he forcefully dragged her to the car. Being physically bigger than she was, Jasmine couldn't do anything to loosen the grip he had on her. Once he got her into the front seat, he took out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and cuffed one of her hands to the grab-handle above the window on the interior of the car.

"Wha-What are you doing? I'm innocent!" Jasmine said
"That's what they all say." He said
"What? These handcuffs are unnecessary! I am not a criminal!" Jasmine protested

Not bothering about Jasmine's protest, he got into the car and drove towards the police headquarters. When they arrived at the station, he took off her handcuffs and brought her into the station. Just as he was getting her processed, Jasmine saw the 15 year-old boy at the station.

"That's the boy! That's the one who keyed your car!" Jasmine exclaimed

He looked at the boy before turning to the processing officer, "What's that boy in here fer?"

"He's in here fer keying several cars. The person who brought him in had evidence. Would yer like ter see the evidence, detective Farrelly?" The processing officer said
"No, but, are his parents here?" He asked
"Yeah. In there." The processing officer replied, pointing to the meeting room.

He nodded and brought Jasmine over to the bench by the wall, "Wait here."

She ran her hands through her hair, unable to believe what rotten luck she was having. Meanwhile, detective Farrelly walked over to the room where the boy's parents were with the bunch of keys he took from Jasmine.

"Good evening sir, ma'am. Are these yer keys?" He asked

The parents looked at the bunch of keys in his hands and almost immediately, the mother nodded.

"Yes. That's our keys. Ah'm so sorry… We should have been stricter on him." The boy's mother said
"It's not yer fault. Boys will be boys." He said

Realizing that he had wronged someone, he gave them a small smile before excusing himself. He walked back over to Jasmine and put his hands into his pockets.

"Yer, uh, free to go." He said
"What?" Jasmine asked
"Ah said yer free to go." He replied

Jasmine stood up, "You found out I'm not the one responsible, right?"

"Yes." He said, cheeks showing a slight tint of pink.
"I told you I wasn't the one but you didn't believe me!" Jasmine said
"Ah'm sorry. Ah shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. Do forgive meh." He said

Jasmine didn't say anything further as she picked up her Mulberry satchel to exit the police headquarters. Seeing that it was closing to midnight, he didn't think it was safe for her to return home alone so he ran after her.

"Miss! Let meh see yer home." He said

Jasmine turned around, "No, thank you! I don't want to be driven back here again if you suddenly decide to pin another crime on me. I'll be fine going home on my own."

He was about to say something else but held back when she walked further away from the police headquarters. Just as he was about to turn around and head back into the headquarters, the processing officer ran out to meet him half-way.

"Detective Farrelly! Detective Farrelly!" The processing officer said
"Hold yer horses, Sean. What is it?" He said

Sean took in a breath to calm himself down before saying, "Sorry… Ah began to panic after seeing it."

"Seeing what?" He asked

Sean thrust a couple of papers into his hands in anxiousness and said, "These are the processing papers from that lass yer let go."

He looked at them, "What about them?"

"The address. Look." Sean said, pointing at where Jasmine's address was.

As soon as his eyes located her address on the paper, detective Farrelly thrust the papers back to Sean as he took big strides towards his car.

"Sean, tell Andrew about that piece of information. Ah'm going to get that lass." He said

Sean merely nodded as he watched the detective get into his car and drive out of the parking lot. As soon as the car left, Sean remembered his important task and turned around to run into the police headquarters to look for Andrew.