The precinct was buzzing with movement as Detective Harris arrived at his work area. A cold, gray light sifted through the blinds, casting long shadows over the room. He tasted his coffee, trusting the caffeine would kick in before long. The past few weeks had been tenacious, ever since the endeavoured kidnapping of Tyrone and Judy. But nowadays, there was a distinctive vitality within the air, a sense of looming determination. “Harris,” his Partner, Detective Sam, called from over the room. He was holding a file in one hand and his phone within the other, his expression a blend of horrid assurance and expectation. “They’ve got them.” Harris’s heart skipped a beat. “Matthew and Damon?” Sam gestured. “Both of them. SWAT picked them up around an hour before. They're holding them now.” Harris put down her coffee and got her coat. “Let’s go.” The drive to the station where Matthew and Damon were being held was tense. Sam explored the roads with the ease of somebody who’d done it a th
The house was covered in the stillness of early morning, the kind that clung to the air like a thick haze, wrapping the rooms in an overwhelming hush. Tyrone sat on the edge of their bed, his shoulders drooped forward, his head held in his hands. The black out light inching in through the splits of the drawn shades scarcely touched him. He hadn’t rested much again, and the weight of weariness pulled at his movements. Bad dreams had clung to him like a moment's skin ever since that day. No matter how difficult he tried to shake them off, they continuously found their way back into his mind, inching into his dreams and turning them into unending, choking circles of fear. Behind him, Judy mixed, her eyes shuddering open. She comes to her impulses, her hand brushing against the empty space adjacent to her. The coldness there made her scowl, and she sat up, her look settling on Tyrone’s slouched figure. She observed him for a minute, taking in the way his shoulders trembled with each shal
Tyrone stood by the room window, peering through the sheer shades as the sun started rising over the city horizon. He had continuously adored the calm of the early morning, a time when the world appeared to hold its breath before the chaos of the day set in.Nowadays, be that as it may, he felt a strange greatness in his chest—a tie of uneasiness that had been developing ever since he got the welcome to talk at the conference in Chicago. It wasn't the occasion itself that disturbed him; he had given presentations endless times before. It was the thought of leaving his wife alone for a week. He turned away from the window and looked at her. Judy was still sleeping, her dim hair spread over the pillow, her breathing relentless and calm. He knew she would never concede it, but she despised it when he travelled. It wasn’t that she couldn’t handle things on her own; she was furiously autonomous, more than competent of running the family and overseeing her own active career. But Tyrone det
Tyrone sat at a little café close to his inn in downtown Chicago, tasting a solid cup of coffee as he surveyed his notes for the up and coming presentation. It was an early autumn morning, and the fresh air carried an indication of fervour that continuously appeared to go with his trips to the city. This conference was a huge deal for him, a chance to grandstand his most recent extension and possibly secure a few major subsidies. His mind was totally ingested in last-minute plans, and he scarcely took note of the individuals bustling around him. In the meantime, Judy was on a plane from the airplane terminal, her heart dashing with expectation. She had been arranging this surprise visit for weeks, carefullymaking her plan to coincide with Tyrone's conference. She knew how critical this conference was to him, and in spite of the fact that her own work kept her busy, she couldn't stand up to the thought of being there to bolster him. The plan was straightforward: arrive in Chicago, che
Tyrone stood before the mirror, altering his tie for what felt just like the hundredth time. His heart beat so uproariously that he scarcely seems to listen to the sound of his breathing. He’d practised this minute a thousand times in his mind, but now that it was at long last here, all the words he'd arranged appeared to slip absent like sand through his fingers. This evening time was gathered to be distinctive. No lawyers, no printed material, no arrangements. just him and Judy, the lady he had fallen for long before any contract had complicated things. The total charade had started as a trade course of action, a way for both of them to urge what they needed without the muddled strings of genuine feelings connected. But presently, the thing Tyrone needed was Judy, not as a trade accomplice but as his spouse, in every genuine and chaotic way. He fixed his shoulders and took a profound breath, attempting to shake off the nerves that had settled in his intestine. This was it. He snat
Tyrone stood at the altar, his face beaming with smiles expecting his bride to walk up to him with her father any moment from now. He took a deep breath for the umpteenth time that day and adjusted his stance as he continued to wait. He couldn't believe that the day when he'd finally get married to the love of his life had finally come. The woman who he had secretly sacrificed all his life earnings for just so she could get the leading role she had dreamed of having in the movie industry. He adjusted his blue pocket filler and kept his eyes on the door up ahead, the smile still evident on his face. This day was the second happiest moment of his life, the first had been when he proposed to Judy and she immediately agreed to marry him. "The hell, it's almost an hour now, and the bride hasn't shown up yet, are you sure she's going to come." A guest I'm the crowd said, loud enough for Tyrone to hear her. A frown settled on Tyrone's face as soon as he heard that but he tried as much as
"Are you crazy, Tyrone?" Fred bellowed, running after Tyrone to stop him in his tracks. Fred barely called Tyrone by his full name unless he was about to do something and he needed to calm him to order, and right now, Tyrone was about to do something completely outrageous by crashing the movie premiere. "Tyrone... Ty. Tyrone, can you just stop and listen to me for a moment?" Fred yelled as he continued to run after Tyrone. "Going to that premier is a bad idea, Ty, why don't you take a moment and think about it," Fred said again but Tyrone wasn't listening, instead, he kept running as fast as his legs could carry him. "...at least take a taxi, instead of running and save your strength," Fred suggested and stopped running, Tyrone had already ran out of his reach. Fred cupped his hand around his mouth and screamed at the top of his lungs. "Tyrone!!" "Aw, screw it!" Fred cursed under his breath and threw his hand down in resignation and headed back to the church to quench his parched
Tyrone didn't try to put up a fight even when the security guard constantly slapped him across his face. "You sick bastard, do you know I could have been fired for that crazy stunt you pulled out there?" The guard said and slapped him again before he finally dragged Tyrone back to the entrance and threw him out of the place. "If you still love your life, I don't want to see you around here... Now get!" The guard said and pushed Tyrone till he fell to the floor. Tyrone picked himself up from the floor and slowly made his way back. He turned back to look at the place and caught the eyes of the security still staring intently at him. "I said get!" The guard shouted from the distance, causing Tyrone to continue moving until he disappeared from the guard's sight. The sun was still up in the sky and it was grazing Tyrone's skin so badly that his face had turned red totally. He instinctively navigated his way to a bar. He pushed through the door and made his way inside. Some people tur