Diana has given up on helping our doubled character, do you think something can still happen?
A day left till trial......Diana didn't bother looking up as she voiced, "come in", to whoever that was knocking from the outside.The door opened and Winston walked in.His face had no smiles."You stopped taking my calls", he said."I believe so much I bought my cellphone myself and with my money", she said, still not sparing him a glance but flipping through her files."Are you just gon' let him go like that?""Why is this one man so important to you?" Diana finally looked up, tired of hearing Denzel's name and his case."Because he's innocent"."And he is not your brother detective Winston", Diana scoffed, "If he is innocent as you said, you never should have arrested him"."We can save this man", Winston said ignoring her comment."Put heads together...."And do what exactly? Know your place Winston".Winston stared at her unbelievably. Yes! Truly, he asked himself the same question every single day. *Why do I care so much*He asked himself that every single time."We still
★Trial Day...Diana walked into Denzel's cellroom."Did you sleep well?" She asked."I'll take it you're trying to be funny", Thomas answered her."Are you ready?""To be defended by someone who's willing to turn a blind eye to the truth? I'm not left with much choice am I?" Thomas smiled.Diana returned his smile."Any last words? Anything I should know before we stand in court?" She asked as she folded her arms."You look beautiful today, compared to a few other lawyers I know", he smiled.Diana shook her head at his composure. This man confused her a whole lot."Mr. Williams...""And it's even better because I created you"."What?" She chuckled not sure she had heard him right.Thomas stood and walked up to her, so close that their faces stood inches away from each other.Diana gulped at the intense gaze of his eyes."It's all a story. My story. A fictional world I created", he said.She stared at him, lost for a minute there before stepping away from him."I believe your night was
Diana opened the door with shaky hands. She steeped aside and let him walk in."Nice place", Conrad chuckled."How...?" She hiccupped out of fear, not even knowing how to ask what plagued her mind."C'mon", he chuckled, "let it all out".She hiccupped and rushed for a bottle of water from her fridge. Her entire body shook like a leaf, not entirely from being scared but from shock of meeting him again after all these years."What are you doing here?" She managed to ask after she had calmed herself abit."Do you have the right to ask such question?" He scoffed, snatching the bottle from her hand, "I guess you forgot to offer", he winked and gulped down the remaining content.Diana blinked once and again, she badly wished he'd just disappear in thing air.When she first saw his picture, she suspected, but ruled it out. It couldn't possibly be and it's been years. There are doppelgangers these days, right? But it was him. In his flesh. In her house. Right in front of her.She hiccupped a
Winston sat across from Diana by the window of the restaurant. His eyes fixated on the people that walked by. He appeared uninterested."I believe you", Diana voiced."Yeah right", he scoffed."We have to get him out of there", she stated."Did you ever think, what if he wasn't on death tow. What if he was killed immediately... Would you be spilling such nonsense Ms. Stone?""I have a plan. I think I do", she said in all seriousness.Winston chuckled."What...if I may ask.. what exactly changed your mind? I bet he's not the first innocent soul going to waste, so what changed?" He asked.Diana pursed her lips."I believer Conrad is behind all this", she said and he scoffed.Winston stood.."He's worse than a killer!" She half yelled."And you're just noticing?" He scoffed.Diana couldn't bring herself to confess she knew the devil. She had unknowingly worked for him. She had "entangled herself in a dark web in the past that even resulted to a baby. She shut her eyes and balled her fis
"Ms. Harmsworth?" Winston answered."I-i have the diary", she broke down...Winston drove over to hers with Peter Lawford tagging along.Sophie managed to drag her body up off the floor and open the door for them."You have Ms. Tania's diary?" "I'm sorry". She cried, "I was scared. Conrad is many things. I didn't want to die but this is worse than death. I see her in my dreams. I see her everywhere", she shook her head vigorously."I shouldn't have taken it that day. I was scared", she looked up to meet their eyes. She was entirely broken, Winston actually felt for her."Why would you hold this back?" He asked taking it from her.Sophie sobbed even louder..."Ms. Harmsworth?" Peter called."Because he took me in", she looked up again, "I... I was just a little orphan girl and he took me in," she hiccupped."Did Tania know this?" Winston asked."No", she shook her head."Deborah?""No," she shook her head as well.Winston sighed. He opened the diary, he couldn't even concentrate in
Peter had dozed off in the car when his junior stared at him and shook his head. His eyes were twitching as well. The tiring part of being a cop. He yawned.They've been doing this for the past two days and no new thing yet. Staking out at the hotel or anywhere else wasn't fun for any cop. Every cop could attest to that, especially when you're a junior, you don't get to sleep at the slightest chance like your senior."Huh?" He tilted his eyes to the side. There was finally movement."Detective Peter?" He tapped him.Peter lazily opened his eyes, "huh?""They're on the move", he replied."Go. Go," Peter ordered.When the car drove off, they followed closely behind and carefully."The fuck," Peter cussed as they took an alley. It was almost lonely and if they followed, peter knew they would notice they were being followed."Stop," he ordered and his junior hit the brakes.They watched from the distance as they all packed before what seemed like an abandoned warehouse.They were other p
"Winston, no?" Carlton smirked."You look happy for someone that's about to rot in jail", Winston remarked.Carlton shrugged, "don't conclude"."Drug dealing, a brothel with underaged girls?" Winston scoffed at his arrogance."Did any of them look underaged to you? How was I supposed to know? Besides, everyone deserves to venture into whatever for the cash when the need arises, no?"Winston chuckled aloud."You're not getting out of this one. You can call your wife?""What wife?' Carlton chuckled."You lied to a police man"."Clearly the police man seemed dumb and I wasn't wrong. I am happily married to the devil anyways", he blinked boringly."I knew there was something off with you the day I saw you", Peter spoke up "Took time for you to find out what it actually was huh?", he nodded."I'll ask you one last time then. Do you have a hand in Mrs. Williams death and what in heaven were doing at Ms. Harmsworth's house at such unholy hour?""Where I go at whatever fucking hour is my bus
Winston stared at her completely wowed at her narration. Her story does explain his unanswered question. They've tried searching Conrad Johnson up but the name nor face does not exist."So he's neither Matteo nor Jonathan nor Conrad and he didn't come from Neverdale either", Winston chuckled.."The face doesn't match. Isn't registered""Plastic surgery", they both said simultaneously and Winston nodded.How on earth were they supposed to track a guy with no roots, and Diana's narration didn't help so much. Winston needed a bait. Something to drag Conrad in with but it wasn't working. It might have been Deborah, but he can't reach her. Something also doubted his thought. A man like can't Conrad wouldn't care twice if Deborah died."I'm gonna head over to Ms. Harmsworth. See if she can get into his home and get Mrs. Johnson ", Winston said and Diana nodded.He stood ready to leave when he turned to her, "get well soon", he said to her."Thank you", she smiled lightly and he headed for