The detectives walked into the bedroom to see that there was indeed a woman with fresh injuries in the bed. One of them, presumably the lead investigator looked at Robert. "I presume you have some ID?"
"Certainly," Robert said, pulling out an ID card of some sort. The men looked at it and then looked at Robert and handed his ID back to him. There was some sort of confused look on the officer's face. "She's your daughter?"
"She is," Robert said, picking up Khaat's ID from the dresser where he had purposely laid it. He showed it to them. They looked at it and handed it back.
"What are you doing in this country, Doctor?" the officer asked.
"Ask your president," Robert said boldly, fearlessly.
"What?"
"You heard me," Robert said. He pulled an impressive looking cell phone from his pocket. "Or shall I call him for you and have him explain it. I'm sure he'd be happy to clear that up for you."
"You think you know the president?" the other officer laughed. The first one elbowed the second to shut him up.
"Oh, let's do call, shall we, gentlemen?" Robert asked, turning on the phone. He dialed a number on the cell phone and spoke very briefly. It was cordial, and clearly the person on the other end suspected Robert needed some sort of validation. He handed the cell phone to the officer, who spoke briefly, replying with numerous solemn "Yes, Sir's" before handing the phone back to Robert. Robert spoke briefly and hung up.
"It appears we have no more questions--for now," the first officer said.
"But..." the second one said.
"We're leaving!" the first one said.
"Walk them out, Brian," Robert said calmly.
"My pleasure, Doctor," Brian said, leading them to the door. The officers stopped at the door and looked at Brian.
"We were assured Dr. Lupin would get us his statement within 24 hours," the first one said.
"If thats what you were told, then I'm sure you will," Brian said, showing them out. "Good night, Gentlemen." He shut the door behind them and kept a close watch until they were off of the property.