Sirens Three Minutes After I Refused His Free Supercar

When the customer, Marvin Haas, heard what I said, he completely lost it.Throwing his car keys onto the ground, he questioned, "What kind of training do you give your sales representatives? I bought the most expensive car you have, and yet this is how you treat me?"Everyone in the showroom turned to look. A few customers who were in the middle of signing their contracts even put their pens down to come and check out the situation."What's going on? Why are they arguing?""I heard he bought the top-of-the-line model and came in for free servicing but got stopped at the door.""Why wouldn't they let him in? What kind of messed-up rule is that?"Seeing a crowd gathering, Marvin jabbed a finger in my face and yelled, "Everyone, it's this salesperson right here! He's the one who stopped me at the door, even though I had bought a car here and came for my free service!"I paid four million dollars for that car! Four million dollars!"The crowd broke into murmurs. "They won't service

When Marvin heard what Ivan and Dave said, his expression shifted from panic to smugness."Did you hear that? Looks like your coworkers are smarter than you! I'll say this one last time—get out of my way!"If you don't, not only will I post the video, but I'll also file a complaint and sue all of you!"As he spoke, he tried to force his way out. I tightened my grip on his wrist, refusing to budge. Anthony shifted sideways in response, leaving no gap between us.Marvin was getting frantic and red-eyed. "Damn it! Let go of me! Let me go!"He abruptly swung his arm hard, his elbow striking me right in the left eye. Pain shot through me in an instant.My vision went black for a second. Something warm trickled down from my brow.Everyone in the showroom went silent. With a murderous look in his eyes, Marvin raised his fist once more. "You bastard, you don't know when to quit, do you? You still dare stand in my way?"Before he could swing again, a shout came from behind me. "What are

I abruptly stooped down, reaching into the trunk to probe around the hinges. There, I found a faint trace of dark-red residue that had dried in the joints of a hinge.Marvin had cleaned the trunk, but not thoroughly."Look here."Straightening up, I held out my fingertip for the officer to see. As he leaned in for a closer look, his eyes widened sharply. He immediately put on gloves before bending down to examine the hinge more closely."There are traces of residue."He muttered something into his radio, then looked up at me. "How did you know?""Because of that leakage from the gap."I wiped the blood from my brow. "If fluid was leaking out of the gap while the trunk was closed, then there had to have been a large volume of it inside. If it's clean now, there can only be two possibilities."Either nothing leaked in the first place, or someone's already cleaned it."The officer picked up my line of thought, the look in his eyes completely different now. Standing about ten feet

If Marvin had made it into the service bay that day, his G900 would've been thoroughly cleaned, inside and out, three times over.Every trace of his crimes would've been erased completely. By then, even if the police suspected him of anything, there would be nothing left to prove it.That was why I had to stop him.I had to make him panic, make him feel the urgency, and make him last out. I had to push the situation to the point where it couldn't be contained.Only by escalating things could the police be forced to pay attention to his car, and only then could the secret hidden in the trunk be brought into the light.…Three days later, the investigation report was released. That afternoon, I was in the showroom explaining the specifications of a G500 to a customer when Anthony rushed out of his office.He apologized to the customer, grabbed me, and pulled me into his office before closing the door behind us.On the desk was a report from the district's Criminal Investigation D

Sitting in the corner, I sipped my beer. The wound on my arm still hurt a little.Right then, my phone buzzed. It was a WhatsApp message from an unknown number.The profile picture was of a young woman. "Hello, Mr. Manning. I am Jane Durham's sister. I just wanted to say thank you."Jane Durham was the woman who had been buried alive. I stared at the screen for a long time, not knowing what to say. In the end, I merely typed, "My condolences. Take care."I didn't get a reply after that.I flipped my phone face down on the table, then drained the rest of my beer in one go.…The next morning, when I arrived at the dealership, there was a car parked outside that I didn't recognize.Anthony was already at the entrance, wearing the kind of expression he only had when greeting high-level officials. "You're here."He walked over quickly upon seeing me. In a low voice, he said, "The precinct and district heads have been waiting for you for almost half an hour now.""Me?"Anthony pa