Back at Willocks

Philippe got up early next morning to the ringing of the phone.
"What time is it?" He uttered and looked at the time.
It was 8, read the clock.
I had overslept, he thought to himself.
"Hello," he answered the telephone. 
"Sir, breakfast is ready" said the receptionist.
"Well, thank you" he replied and hung up the phone.
Philippe gets ready and heads down for breakfast. A sumptuous platter is laid out. A brilliant platter for such a modest hotel. As he is busy eating his breakfast he notices that the he is the only one there. The rest of the tables are empty. He is curious but continues to finish his meal. After he is done he heads over to the reception. The same young lady is there behind the desk.
"Hello," he says to her
"Hello" she smiles back.
"I'm just a tad curious, I seem to be the only one who has come down for breakfast. Where are the rest of the people?" he asks her politely.
"You are the only one staying at the hotel sir," she replied unamused
Philippe is shocked. "I'm the only," he asks her in a very surprising manner once again
"We rarely get visitors here at district 11. It is very common that one or no one stays here at the hotel. We are present in all the districts except District 8 which had to be shit down for various reasons. Many districts such as 1 , 5 and 7 are overflowing with customers, even as we speak now" she replied.
"What is your purpose of the stay? If il not being rude" she asked him.
"I'm here to meet my cousin and strangely I have lost his address. So I'm in a bit of a puddle" he replied. "And no you have not rude at all," he said to her politely.
The receptionist smiled at his chivalry.
Philippe says goodbye and leaves back to his room. He takes the elevator and reaches him room.
Well I'm here. What do i do now? How do I find this person? And i have not heard from the king at all. What is the next step? A lot of quetions popped yp in his mind.
He looks outisde the window.
This district is many times bigger than the previous one , i may have to stay here for a long period of time before I find the next clue.
Ah yes, he gets an idea!
If I go to the main corporate office of this district, maybe i can find out more information. But i do not know the name of this person. Philippe sits down on his bed. This indeed is a big dilemma
Meanwhile Atticus wakes up and stretches under his heavy blanket.
Ana was already ready, lighting a cigarette herself.
"Good morning Darling," he says half sheepishly.
"Good Morning," she replied back.
"Do you have to leave already," not wanting to be alone.
"I have to leave for work, i have something important to cover," she said grabbing her bag.
"The main corporate building is being opened to much fanfare, after the revamp," she said to him.
"Well,good luck darling" he says and kisses her on the cheek.
And you Atticus, do you have any investigation to carry out? he asks him as she stubbed her ciggartte.
Atticus just thenreceives a message on his phone.
"You are required to meet the new chief of Police at the station" it read.
"Please meet Mr. Alex" It was capitalised.
"Goodbye Atti," she said and walked out the door.
"Goodbye" he says to her. The words barely left his mouth 
"Mr. Alex" He reads the name again. He reherses his story once ahain.
A lingering doubt hung above the head of Atticus. Why would they change the chief when he was fit and well. Was he corrupt? Or do they know Something the shapeshifters? I will maintain the story as it is. I will meet the chief now and get it over with.
Atticus got ready,left his apartment and headed over to the police station.
He gets in his car and rides to, what would be a short ride to the station.
He enters the station well prepared. Seated in the biggest cubicle was the chief
Is anyone there inside? he wondered.
He knocks the glass door, "CanI come in?" he asks the officer politely.
The stout man calls him in.
"Please have a seat," he says to Atticus.
Atticus seats himself.
"Are you the fleet murder fellow," the stout man asks Atticus.
"Yes sir," replied Atticus.
"I have been briefed but I need you to fill in more details. Please fill in the sheet," brifed the officer.
He hands over a document and Atticus begins to go over it carefully.
"Well Mr. , your story checks out for the most part. But I'm still not satisfied about some of the details" says Mr.Alex.
"That would require further enquiry into the subject. I would require you to come in tomorrow as well" he says to the young man in a firm tone.
"Yes officer," replied Atticus.
As he is busy filling out the document.Atticus suddenly has a look at him.
"Anything wrong?" the chief asked him.
"No sir,absolutely not" replied Atticus putting his nose back into the documents.
I have seen this man somewhere. The precise place and time i cannot figure it out.
Does he recognise me? Alex thinks to himself . Perhaps not! He must have been a child. Only a small child when the floods arrived.
Atticus is still trying to figure it out, Alex well trained in the matters, reads into it. The stout man does not show the slightest interest into the doubts of the young man.
"Your parents, where are they?" The chief quartioned him in an even fimer tone.
"My mother, she passed a while ago" replied Atticus.
"Im sorry to hear that," replied Alex.
"And you sir, are you new to this place?" asks Atticus
"No, not at all. I was working In intelligence and then got transferred here. Today actually is my first day here," replied Alex.
Atticus finishes up the document and hands it over to the chief.
"Meet me here tomorrow at the same time," said Alex to Atticus.
"Yes sir," replied Atticus.
"Thank you" said Atticus and leaves the station.