All Chapters of FASHION AND CRIME: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Wendy, the maid, walked into the living room, carrying a tray of coffee cups. The smell of the coffee was so inviting, but no one seemed to notice. Sylvania still held Russell's hand, and Monica’s quiet sobs were the only sound breaking the silence. The others sat motionless, weighed down by what had just happened.Wendy placed the tray on the table, and then she paused, observing the room. She could feel the sorrow, but there was nothing else she could have done. After a moment, she picked up a cup and walked over to Monica, who hadn’t stopped crying. Bending down, Wendy placed the cup gently in her hands, whispering, “Take a sip. It’ll help.”Monica hesitated, but then nodded and took a small sip. Wendy gave her a little, comforting smile before moving with the tray to Sylvania and Russell who just gave her a nod without even picking a cup. Wendy returned the tray on the table and she sat down on a nearby chair.The silence continued until Marco, who had been pacing by the window, f

Detective James took another sip of his coffee, his eyes still glued to the report in front of him. The name "Capheus Sandras" weighed heavily on his mind. He knew the Mafia was behind the bank heist, and Capheus was one of their men. If he wanted to crack this case, he had to act fast. He had to get rid of all the evidence before it’s too late.As James was lost in thought, a light knock sounded at his door."Come in," James said with a calm voice.The door opened, and in walked his colleague, Detective Lewis Garnet, holding an envelope in his hand. James greeted him with a nod."Lewis, good to see you. Take a seat," James said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.Lewis sat down, placing the envelope on the desk. "I’ve got something I should have told you earlier, James," he began."It’s the forensic report on a body we found in the Shire River a few weeks ago. Cause of death: headshot."James raised an eyebrow, surprised. "A body? Why are you telling me this now?" he said,

They were inside an old warehouse, packed into a large, dark-colored police van equipped with surveillance tools. The vehicle was a serious, heavy-duty machine with reinforced sides, tinted windows, and a high profile technology inside. It was designed for undercover operations, with rows of small, bright screens that were hung on the interior walls, displaying live footage from security cameras they had inserted around the bank.Each screen showed different angle, but James and his team had their focus set on two specific views: one showing the front of the bank and another showing the white convertible parked nearby. The screens glowed with clear images, displaying every tiny detail in the street. The convertible’s beautiful, white surface twinkled under the soft light of neon from nearby billboards, giving it an amazing look as it sat undisturbed.The night outside was alive with city sounds and colors. People moved in and out of shops and clubs, their laughter echoing through the

The officers gathered around a large table, that contained case files, coffee cups, and a flickering laptop screen. Some of them were congratulating Detective James, for the idea of the bait, even though they had doubts that it could work."Detective James, you're a genius!" Chief Grant Hudson exclaimed. "Using the convertible as bait was pure brilliance! I was doubting you, but now here we are; saying another story."Detective James chuckled, his eyes twinkling with pride. "Just doing my job, Chief. But I have to say, it was a team effort. We all worked together to make this happen."Captain Wallen patted him on the back. "Well, whatever it was, it worked. Those thieves didn't stand a chance. You've made our city a safer place, Detective."Detective James smiled, his expression turning serious. "We're not done yet, Captain. We still need to get to the bottom of this operation. Find out who's behind it and put a stop to it once and for all."“Some of them run, they’re still out there.

He shifted on his feet, his eyes meeting Zagaff’s with a serious look. “And we’re ready to do anything you want us to do next, Don,” he said, his voice was low but clear.Zagaff’s eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued. He took another puff of his cigar, tapping the ashes into the tray. “Go on, Macholo,” he said, smoke curling from his lips as he spoke.Macholo continued, “We managed to bug the conversation between Victor and Nicholas Amaro at the Razzar Hotel.”The room fell silent, nobody moved not even a muscle as the words settled in. Zagaff’s brows lifted in surprise, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Well, well… This is interesting,” he said slowly. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Play it. Let’s hear what those fools are scheming,” he commanded.“Yes, boss,” Macholo replied quickly. He turned to Vinny, who sat a few seats down. “Vinny, play the recording,” he said with a nod.Vinny stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. He moved to th