Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen.

Declan was at the police station in the early hours of the morning.

"What are all these!?"

The inspector threw a stack of pictures on the table before Declan.

"What does it look like?" Declan said coldly.

"You tell me. Because it doesn't make any sense to me. Do you realize it's against the law to take unauthorized pictures of someone?"

Declan chuckled without humor. "You asked for evidence, didn't you?" Aside from the pictures are recordings of him admitting to his crimes."

The inspector leaned back on his seat, gazing lazily at Declan. "You could have put him at gunpoint and made him confess that."

Declan's muscles flexed. "You know that's a lie."

"How do you prove it? And don't even think of showing me those pictures"

Declan's features darkened and it prompted a smirk from the Detective.

Slamming his hand on the table, Declan sprang up. Shooting the Detective one last glare, he stormed out of the police station.

Declan was so livid as he drove out. He should have kn