157: Behind Bars

The cell door clanged shut with a finality that echoed through the narrow corridors of the police station.

Jacob McCall, once the embodiment of arrogance and untouchable power, now sat hunched on a cold, metal bench, his hands trembling and face pale.

His public confession to the murder of Eric Radcliffe had ensured his swift arrest, and the media had a field day with his downfall. But amidst the voices condemning him, one man remained unsatisfied: Calvin Johansson.

Calvin stood in the hallway outside the holding cells, his arm still bandaged from his bullet wound.

He had hoped to deliver justice personally, to make Jacob suffer for every ounce of pain he had caused. But for now, he had to let go of that burning desire for personal retribution. The law had taken its course, and Jacob was behind bars.

As he entered the interrogation room, he found Jacob slumped over the metal table, his head in his hands. Two detectives, stern-faced and unyielding, flanked him on either side.

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