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
Arriving at the police station was quick, with no time wasted, unlike a tortoise walking to report the news to the public.Getting down from the black van, like a stealthy panther emerging from the shadows, the reporters saw that a press conference had been arranged for the criminals in front of the police station.In this manner, they observed that they had been handcuffed at the front of the police station, dressed unchanged from when they were arrested, with their hair already a tangled mess.In this very way, Mr. Alexander Rosewood appeared the most tattered. His ragged clothes made him look like a beggar on the street, and, of course, his scent would be as irritating as a lingering storm, leaving a trail of discomfort in its wake.Likewise, in this way, Attorney Hughes was still in his wet suit, like a dedicated sailor refusing to abandon ship even in the face of a legal storm. Also, with the same strength, all the reporters could see how his inner shirt was untucked from his pan
“According to our research, as you might know, we have been following your story for quite a while now. We found out that you were against her marriage with Ethan Mark, and in the process, your daughter got engaged to someone else named Davis John. We also learned that this man was your assistant when you were the branch manager of Woodmark Industries, HavenBrook. We also learned that while Mrs. Isabella Rosewood was seeing this new guy, she sent divorce papers to Ethan Mark, and he had to sign them. Why then do you say he forgot her when obviously she was the one who left?” another reporter asked. “Yes, I was against their marriage, and you cannot blame me for that. I was rich, and I could not imagine my daughter being with someone who could not even afford to buy her a pin for her hair. I never understood why she chose him over Davis John in the first place. After she came to me for help to pay her daughter’s hospital bills, I knew I had to help her see reason and tell her to leave
Asking Mr. X any question was like asking a deaf person some vital questions, as the response he gave to the press was his steadfast look at them; hence, his face was boldly shown on camera.As his silence continued, they kept taking pictures and filming him like the notorious celebrity that he was. Finally, he said, “I want my lawyer.”“Detective Sharon, do you believe that Attorney Hughes and Mr. X did not know each other, as Attorney Hughes has clearly explained?” One reporter broke the silence immediately, and instead of Mr. X, the attention was now shifted back to Detective Sharon.In this way, for the people watching her via the news channel, on social media, and on YouTube, her face was clearly shown with multiple microphones thrust into her mouth as she said,“It does not matter what I think. What matters is if he can prove that he does not really know Mr. X in court because we have evidence, and believe me, this evidence was not fabricated. Everything we discovered about him—
“No! I cannot identify every member of this organization, but I can identify…"“Alright, this is the end of the question-and-answer conference for the press. We are heading to court right now. If you want to get more answers for the general public, please make your way to the court and cover the entire judgment,” Detective Sharon said suddenly. With this, the police officers behind Mr. Alexander, Attorney Hughes, and Mr. X immediately held them on the shoulders and made them walk forward.In this way, the reporters filmed how the criminals were bound in cuffs from their wrists to their ankles, creating a human chain of guilt, shackled in the echoes of their misdeeds.In a straight line, Mr. Alexander, Attorney Hughes, and Mr. X, tagged as criminals, were taken towards the ominous black van a little distance outside the police station. The exterior was tainted with the shadows of secrecy, rumbling down the desolate street. Its tinted windows guarded the interior like silent sentinels, b