The Arrest

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