"LET ME GO! HOW DARE YOU DRAG ME TO THE POLICE STATION!!" Senator Gordon Crawford shouted as Lieutenant Benjamin Roosevelt read him his Miranda rights, while Sergeant Rodney handcuffed the three-term senator and tied his hands behind his back."This time you'll have to wait patiently for the court hearing scheduled for Thursday. Your attorney is not permitted to post bail to release you or your son, Mr. Crawford!" Sergeant Rodney said as he escorted the man, along with his colleague Officer Brandon Hailey, to the Chicago Police Department vehicle.Meanwhile, Lieutenant Benjamin was picking up Henry Crawford, the senator's son, on a different floor. It turned out the young man was attending a company meeting with the management team on the 12th floor. "Knock. Knock. Knock." The repeated knocking on the meeting room door interrupted the serious meeting that afternoon. Henry Crawford hated it when employees disrupted the important management meeting. Once a week, he always held a meeti
The latest iPhone was in Emily's hand as she sat in the CRV driven by Murat. Her Turkish boyfriend had bought her the phone, which had more advanced features than her old one that had sunk into the ocean yesterday and was, of course, much more expensive."You're spoiling me too much, Murat! A regular phone would have been fine, but you went and bought me the latest iPhone," Emily said, looking at the man sitting next to her who was focused on driving the car."Technology keeps advancing, Emily. At least the iPhone's specifications will remain up-to-date for several years to come. You won't need to buy a new phone during that time," Murat explained wisely, receiving a nod of agreement from Emily. They were on their way to the Chicago Police Department to meet Lieutenant Benjamin Roosevelt and Sergeant Rodney Bradford. There were several matters to discuss with the two police officers, and Emily also wanted to ask for help in handling the loss of her ID card and several bank cards that
That night, Emily stayed at the Langham Chicago Hotel on Michigan Avenue. She shared a room with Murat and felt safe throughout the night, even without being escorted by Chicago police officers. The two of them seemed completely undetected by Senator Gordon Crawford."Murat, I think I need to take care of some important cards and buy a new phone because my bag sank along with those important items when I fell into the sea this afternoon," Emily said, curled up in Murat's arms on the bed of the five-star hotel.All those expenses were fully covered by Murat; he had plenty of funds in his savings account. The man said, "Tomorrow we'll buy you a new phone first. As for the ID card and bank card, you can ask Lieutenant Ben or Sergeant Rodney for help.""Ahh ... you're right, Murat. Alright, can I borrow some money from you to buy a new phone?" Emily replied, testing whether Murat was stingy or generous.Murat chuckled at Emily's question. His girlfriend didn't understand how much wealth a
"Boss, we've prepared the goods for tonight's transaction," said Pablo Barbossa on the phone. Rayden replied, "Follow the SOP (Standard Operating Procedure) and don't let the police find out, Pablo!" "Aren't you coming to the location tonight, Boss?" "No. I can't focus on my work right now; I think I need a little rest, okay?" Rayden replied before hanging up the call from his trusted subordinate.After finalizing the technical details of the illegal arms shipment to the Russian client for tonight, Rayden lay back on the wide bed in his penthouse. He missed Emily and still found it hard to accept her choice of a Turkish man who also worked as a prosecutor's assistant over him.However, in Rayden's mind, this might be for the best, as the criminal world he had been part of for over a decade would be dangerous if discovered by law enforcement. The more he lived with Emily, the more she would eventually learn about the dark side of his work. Indeed, the publicly registered business l
"Hello, Sergeant Rodney. Please chase Emily now, I've been shot at Rosehill Cemetery. She's been taken by Senator Crawford's men! Her cell phone GPS is heading west of Chicago," Murat said quickly. Sergeant Rodney quickly grabbed the keys to the police car and asked Lieutenant Benjamin to follow him out to the police station parking lot. "We're heading out immediately. Guide us to where we need to go, okay?" he shouted, then stepped on the gas heading west toward the outskirts of Chicago.The Turkish man ignored the blood flowing from his wounded abdomen. It hurt, but his concern for Emily's condition was far greater. His heart felt like it was being squeezed by his uncontrollable worry at that moment. In a panic, he pressed the gas pedal of his CRV deeply and raced following the GPS installed on Emily's phone, which fortunately was unknown to the kidnappers earlier. Murat sent the latest GPS location of Emily to Sergeant Rodney's number. The police officer responded with an "oka
As promised to Emily, that morning Murat took his beloved woman to buy a beautiful bouquet to scatter at her late mother's grave. Pink gerberas, white roses, and purple orchids were arranged into a beautiful bouquet as per Emily’s request. After paying for the fresh flowers she had purchased, Emily got back into the CRV with Murat. The young woman held the fresh bouquet throughout the journey to Rosehill Cemetery. "Do you make this visit every month, Emily?" Murat asked curiously, as this was the first time he had accompanied her.The police escort vehicle was still following the car driven by Murat, right behind the white CRV. Murat saw it in the rearview mirror and felt at ease. Emily replied, "Yes. I always make time once a month to visit my mother's grave so she knows I haven't forgotten her. It might sound sentimental, but during her lifetime, we were very close. Her death from cancer left my father and me with a profound sense of loss."Hearing Emily's words, the Turkish man