CHAPTER 32
"Why don't we ask for an ID? It may make everything quicker." Shena suggested.
"Somehow, I doubt she had it. Otherwise, she would have told us her full name." Charles was speaking behind his teeth. He sighed and turned again to Diandra. "Okay. Miss Diandra, may I have your ID, please?"
"ID? What is that?"
She completely had no idea what that is.
"An identification card." Charles said slowly and clearly.
Diandra's brows furrowed slightly. "I… do not know what that is. So, clearly, I don't have it."
The two officers before her went quiet for a beat.
Shena pulled her swivel chair closer to the table, beside Charles. "You don't know what an ID is?"
She shook her head, genuinely puzzled. "Is it… something important? Should I have it?"
"Yes." Charles said, now visibly concerned. "Most people carry one."
Diandra simply stared. Her expression was calm but obviously confused, as if trying to read a foreign language written in the air.
