Like a criminal intending to break into a home at night, Detective Sharon observed how Attorney Hughes looked right and left, front and back. When he saw that no one noticed him, Detective Sharon witnessed how he quickly unlocked the door and went in. “Are you sure this is his house, or did he just break in?” Detective Sharon inquired once more, her voice cutting through the silence like a razor through paper, slicing through the darkness with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. “Yes, this is his home. I can’t visibly see why he did that unless you're willing to tread closer to the house,” Detective Cipher responded, her words hanging in the air like a delicate thread, daring Detective Sharon to unravel the mystery veiled in the shadows. As Detective Cipher spoke, Detective Sharon plugged her earbuds into her ears to aid communication between Detective Cipher and herself. She then opened her car door and bent out of it. Her height by her car was not taller than her car tires, as s
With the strength in Detective Cipher's voice resonating with authority, like a command forged in steel, he directed Detective Sharon to move the car. In response, she swiftly rose from beneath the steering wheel, and with a sense of urgency, she started her car.Accelerating forward with surprising speed, her car tires screamed like a teenager who had seen a ghost in the middle of the night. Consequently, she followed the direction she had glimpsed—the path Attorney Hughes and his company had taken, akin to a determined predator tracking its elusive prey through the shadows.As she got closer to them on the road, Detective Sharon immediately began to slow down, ensuring they wouldn't detect that they were being trailed. She positioned her car three cars behind them and drove at a minimal speed, akin to a silent shadow silently tailing its elusive targets through the murky night.The longer they continued to drive, even in the rain, the more Detective Sharon wondered where Attorney Hu
As Detective Cipher whispered to Detective Sharon, she could immediately discern that this group of men was everything she had searched for and that Mrs. Isabella Rosewood was right about Attorney Hughes. But without concrete evidence, what could she do?Without dwelling too much on these thoughts, she knew she needed to act fast; otherwise, she was going to miss this train. And with that realization, she opened her phone recorder app, hoping that the recorder would capture the words of these four men in the distance.Just as she opened the app, as if they had been waiting for her all along, they began to talk.“Are you sure you were not followed?” one of the men in the sharp, dry suit asked suddenly. Similarly, Attorney Hughes replied, “It's raining, and it's late. Who could have followed Mr. X and me here?”As Detective Sharon processed the name Mr. X, she scrutinized his face once more and saw what he truly looked like. But if that was not enough, it was a lie. To his face, she zoo
Silence and tension deepened in the dilapidated building as Mr. Alexander poised himself to shoot, mirroring the readiness of Attorney Hughes and Mr. X, both prepared to wield their weapons.Unexpectedly, just as Mr. Alexander hesitated to fire, a sharp "Bang!" echoed through the air as Attorney Hughes pulled his trigger with lightning speed.Contrary to appearances, Attorney Hughes didn't aim at Mr. Alexander. Instead, he directed his shot at the dilapidated building floor, intending to create a diversion. The plan was to secure their boss's safety by drawing Mr. Alexander's attention away from them.However, the anticipated success of their plan proved to be a falsehood. In that crucial moment, Mr. Alexander misconstrued the gunshot as an attempt on his life. Instantly, he retaliated, disrupting the carefully laid-out scheme.In response to Attorney Hughes, Mr. Alexander aimed his pistol and fired three times, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Before anyone could blink, he swiftly fled from his p
Witnessing Mr. Alexander suddenly materialize behind her car like a specter in the rearview mirror, Detective Sharon recognized the potential danger. She saw him pointing his pistol and shooting at her car, standing resolute as it approached him in fast reverse. In a swift and decisive move, Detective Sharon turned the car around in a propelling 360-degree motion, using the car's boot to forcefully hit Mr. Alexander away, akin to a strategic chess move pushing an opponent off the board. “Nice dance, Detective Sharon,” commented Detective Cipher immediately. With that, she sped away like a fleeting comet, leaving trails of dust and determination in her wake. However, their pursuit did not cease. As they watched her drive off into the busy road, Mr. X and Attorney Hughes quickly ran towards their car, now in the distance, executed a 360-degree turn, and chased after Detective Sharon. Similarly, Mr. Alexander showed no signs of relenting. With his life already on a downward spiral, fa
“I am losing control of this car!” Attorney Hughes screamed, the urgency in his voice evident like a desperate melody played on the strings of panic. The car had become increasingly difficult to handle due to the impact of the shot-back tire. Similarly, Mr. X's attempts to shoot at the police car behind them were futile, like arrows shot into a vast, empty sky, finding no target in the swirling chaos of the moment. Hence, the car he was in drifted on the road, with Attorney Hughes struggling to maintain control.However, if that were all, it was only a lie. The car became shattered like fragile glass when Mr. X and Attorney Hughes heard another "bang!" on their car, echoing like a thunderous drumbeat in the ominous symphony of deceit."Damn it!" Mr. X exclaimed. Their car was suddenly somersaulting like a leaf caught in the unpredictable gusts of a storm, spiraling into chaos.As soon as the police observed that the car of the criminals was somersaulting from their shots to their back
Unable to provide an answer, for it was only two men they had been able to apprehend without needing any further questioning, Detectives Sharon and Cipher knew the police officers were not able to get him.“He should not have gotten anywhere far from this location,” Detective Sharon said, facing Detective Cipher immediately.“I can track him and get him immediately,” Detective Cipher said. At once, as if she already knew this would happen, she brought out a device from her pocket and began to punch its screen with her fast fingers, like a virtuoso pianist playing a rapid and precise melody.This device was a sleek, compact gadget with a high-resolution touchscreen display. Its matte black casing was adorned with a few discreet buttons for quick access. A small antenna protruded from the top, indicating its advanced communication capabilities.Detective Sharon saw how Detective Cipher deftly navigated through the interface with her fast fingers, unveiling a myriad of functions.“This d
Like soldier ants hunting for food, the media houses were already present at the scene and went live on all platforms, such as social media, YouTube, and their live news.“Good evening. We are live on Quantum Avenue, Eldridge, where Mr. Alexander Rosewood was seen to have been arrested. Also, it was not only him; if we go down a bit more, we would see that his accomplice has also been arrested. We would say kudos to the police and, most especially, Detective Sharon and Detective Cipher, who have collectively unraveled this case. My name is Reporter Rose from the Global News Network. Stay tuned.”“As you can see, we are live on the street of Quantum Avenue, Eldridge, and Mr. Alexander Rosewood has just been arrested by the police. It was indeed a tense atmosphere before his apprehension because he had deliberately refused arrest, and the police had to use hard measures. What could he be afraid of? Is this the end of the case concerning Mrs. Isabella Rosewood, or is there still more to
Pushing her back into her prison cell like a reluctant pawn being returned to its square on a chessboard, Isabella fell on the prison floor, resembling a fragile autumn leaf descending with a surrender to the inevitable embrace of the cold, hard ground. No matter how her voice had risen in anger towards her mother in the meeting room, she knew very well that she wanted to read the contents of the letter in the envelope and discover the help Ethan Mark had promised her. "Would he file for my release?" "Has he bought me a home as a sign of my forgiveness?" "Would he take me back as his wife?" Different questions rushed through her mind like a tumultuous river, each query cascading over the other. As she held the envelope in her hand, she sat at the corner of her cell and stared at it much more closely. In this way, she saw that the surface of the envelope bore a faint trace of handling, like a blank canvas marked only by the weight of the untold. She also observed the edges, crisp
As Isabella saw her mother through the glass panel, her eyes first peered at her face, which was fresh and glowing like a sun-kissing morning, radiating warmth and vitality. Similarly, she observed her hair, cascading strands of silk, flowing effortlessly, resembling a gentle waterfall gracing a serene landscape.But if that were all, it would be a lie. She also noticed her dress, which was as beautiful as a field of blooming flowers, each petal a vibrant hue, creating a tapestry of elegance. Likewise, her neck, ears, and wrists were adorned with jewelry, resembling constellations adorning the night sky, each piece a sparkling star in the galaxy of her elegance.Taking in this perfect image of her mother, the thought immediately struck Isabella that her mother's current appearance was the complete inverse of hers—a mess in a uniform and in a confined space, akin to a wildflower struggling to bloom in a cramped garden bed."Been a while," Victoria Sinclair said again, immediately as Is
Like a fish forced to live in the desert for the crime she had committed, Isabella's prison days wove a bleak tapestry of monotony and despair. The cold, unforgiving reality of prison life left her yearning for freedom, with each passing moment feeling like an eternity. The absence of familiar faces and the pervasive loneliness created a profound sense of desolation that permeated every aspect of her existence.Most especially, the daily beatings from her tormentor, Elara Whitewind, resembled an unrelenting storm, leaving Isabella's spirit battered and broken, akin to a shipwreck in the tempest of her despair. This was the reason she wished she had never set foot in the prison yard, mess hall, or communal bathroom ever again.However, whether she wished to visit those places or not, prison protocol had to be followed, leaving her no choice but to be present even in the devil's face if the protocol demanded it.In the dimly lit mess hall, clattering trays and hushed conversations fille
Ethan said nothing in response to Mr. Alexander's words. Instead, as if he hadn't heard him, he seized a seat on the other side of the table and crossed his left leg over his right.Yet, this did not mean he spoke at this moment. The only sound was the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the table, as if he were playing an invisible piano.In this manner, Ethan Mark exuded authority. Gazing calmly from Mr. Alexander's feet to the tangled mess of hair atop his head, he looked at him. With a serenity akin to the gentle flow of the Nile and a voice as soft as a satisfied dove contemplating a defeated jungle lion, he suddenly spoke."Kneel and apologize."Upon hearing these words, Mr. Alexander's eyes widened in shock. He never anticipated a day when he would be asked to kneel and beg for mercy, especially from the person he had always regarded as a poor bastard.Like an enslaved cat in the presence of a lion, Mr. Alexander fell to his knees as Ethan Mark instructed, pleading, "I was a ter
Seeing how bold, tall, and dangerous this prisoner appeared and observing his audacious manner of poking at him was akin to witnessing a prowling lion, confident in its dominance, taunting its prey before the impending strike. Mr. Alexander then immediately turned his back, attempting to escape from this menacing part of the communal bathroom like a startled deer seeking refuge from the looming threat in the dark forest. "I have to run," he muttered in total fright, his voice a tremor in the echoing silence, like a desperate whisper carried away by the chilling wind of impending danger. However, if his intention was for success, it was a futile hope. "And where do you think you are running to, huh?" Another prisoner said this behind him and pushed him forward like a pawn on the unforgiving chessboard of the prison's power dynamics. As Mr. Alexander was pushed forward, he witnessed how the older prisoners immediately surrounded him. He also noticed how they revealed smirks on their c
After speaking for hours, the man who had conversed with him advised Mr. Alexander to get some sleep. He emphasized the importance of having alert eyes to observe any unfortunate events that might occur in the morning. And with that, Mr. Alexander retreated to the corner of his cell once again, burying his head in his ankle like a ship seeking refuge in the harbor of solitude, sheltering itself from the tempest of the prison's harsh reality. He sat on the ground, succumbing to a haunted sleep. *** The next morning revealed Mr. Alexander as a mere specter of resilience, marked by the weariness of a night spent in the clutches of haunted dreams, like a tattered flag fluttering weakly after enduring the relentless storm of a sleepless night. His eyes, burdened with unrest, betrayed the toll of his surroundings. Disheveled strands of hair clung to his forehead, bearing witness to the restless hours entangled in unsettling dreams. As he rose from the dark corner of his cell, his eyes fir
"Long story, man," the man answered. However, if this was all he said, it was a lie. He began to unravel his own narrative, detailing how his legs became amputated and one of his hands irreparably broken and dislocated."You see, I entered this prison as a healthy man. My crimes weren't that significant. I robbed a bank because I couldn't bear to watch my daughter suffer. We hadn't eaten for days, and robbing the bank seemed like my only option." He took a deep sigh and continued talking."Yes, you guessed right. The mission was unsuccessful, and before I knew it, I was completely surrounded by the police. I had no guns, only a knife and a dagger. I never headed to the vault but collected pieces from each person I encountered in the bank. I just wanted to be able to feed my daughter and move on with life the next day.""While being surrounded, there was nothing more I could do than raise my hands in the air and let the police apprehend me. God knows it was the biggest mistake I ever m
Arriving at the prison, Mr. Alexander saw how the prison walls were imposing, resembling a fortress of despair that stood as a testament to the shadows of society. Certainly, he shook his head in regret, as he had never been to a place this horrible before.He observed cold steel bars, like sentinels of incarceration, confining notorious men whose stories were etched in the graffiti of hardened souls. Similarly, he noticed how the air hung heavy with the weight of regret, whispers of past misdeeds echoing through the dimly lit corridors.The sounds of his handcuffs tucked in chains down to his ankle made obvious sounds as he was escorted through the corridor harboring the cells of different notorious men by two prison officers whose faces lacked smiles, as if they hadn't smiled for many notorious years. Hence, he saw individuals behind these cells harboring untold secrets with their unappealing faces and frightful behaviors.Upon witnessing him and the others being escorted to their r
“Detective Sharon, we would love to ask you a few questions if you do not mind. We are sure this would help the public understand more of what is going on,” one reporter said immediately. “Alright, please go ahead. If this would help the general public understand more of what is going on, “Thank you, Detective Sharon. Now that Mr. Alexander, Mr. X, and Attorney Hughes have been sentenced to lengthy prison terms, and Attorney Reynolds is awaiting the outcome of his investigation before he is sentenced, do you think that would be the end of this deadly organization?” “Yes, Mr. X. Mr. Alexander Rosewood and Attorney Hughes have been sentenced to prison for a very long term, and if care is not taken, for life imprisonment. However, this is not the end of the organization. As you might already know, the deadly organization is a large organization that has penetrated every sector, which could even include the police, the prison officers, the legal system, and many more, which could even i