All Chapters of FASHION AND CRIME: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Back at Macholo’s headquaters, Lusso leaned forward in his chair, eyes glued to the monitor in front of him. He let out an excited laugh. “It worked! The app is installed on Victor’s phone!”Macholo, standing behind Lusso, crossed his arms and smirked. “Good job, Lusso. Now let’s see what Victor’s been hiding. This is our chance to stay ahead of him.”Lusso’s fingers danced over the keyboard as he began going through Victor’s digital life. “Alright, I’m in his emails,” he said, unable to move his eyes away from the screen. “He’s been talking to a lot of suppliers. Looks like he’s planning some big shipments soon. And there’s more.”Macholo nodded, his gaze fixed on the screen. “Keep digging. We need every detail.”Lusso continued as he has been told. He accessed Victor’s text messages and call logs, scanning for anything that could give them an edge. “Texts too. He’s been in touch with someone named Amaro a lot lately. Looks like they’ve been planning something big.”But the real brea

"Detective James," Grant said, his voice was calm and he sounded professional, "I understand you're leading the investigation into the recent series of burglaries in the downtown area. Could you update us on your progress?"James nodded and pushed his chair back as he stood up. "Yes, Chief," he replied. He reached for a folder on the table, taking out several handouts. Walking around the table, he handed one to each officer, briefly explaining, "These contain an overview of what we've gathered so far; locations, hideouts, and potential leads."Returning to stand near his chair, James addressed the group. "We've made some progress in identifying potential suspects," he began. "Through surveillance footage and witness reports, we've narrowed it down to a few individuals who match the descriptions and the stories connected to the burglaries. However," he added with a serious tone, "we’re still missing important pieces of evidence to link them directly to the crimes. Without that, we can’

Before Kamala could say another word, Sylvania reached into her handbag and pulled out her phone. She unlocked it, her fingers moving quickly across the screen as she navigated to her photo gallery.“I want to show you something,” Sylvania said softly, her voice was filled with worry.She scrolled through her photos, her eyes narrowed in concentration until she found what she was looking for. A small smile of bittersweet emotion crossed her face as she turned the phone toward Kamala.“This is Coco,” Sylvania said, showing Kamala the picture. “My beloved dog. When the mobsters went to my house, they didn’t just take my phone and my car… they kidnapped Coco too. When we got home, the place was turned upside down, and he was gone.”Kamala’s eyes widened as she took the phone to get a closer look at the photo. “Oh, Sylvania. He looks so sweet.” She said with admiration.Sylvania nodded, her eyes were wet with unshed tears. “I don’t understand what kind of monsters could do something like

Kamala then shifted her focus, opening a new browser tab to dig deeper into crime reports from the past year. If The Don wasn’t showing up on social media, maybe she could find a lead in real-world incidents.Later on that night, Nicholas Amaro's men arrived at La Villa Avenue in a black SUV with tinted windows. The car rolled quietly down the street, its headlights dimmed to avoid drawing attention. They parked in a sheltered spot behind a batch of trees a little further from the house where Zagaff was supposed to be hiding. It was a private spot, away from streetlights, giving them the cover they needed.The La Villa Avenue neighborhood was calm and quiet. Most of the houses had their lights off, their residents fast asleep. No one in the neighborhood had any idea of the danger arriving.Nicholas's men stepped out of the SUV one by one. They were all dressed in dark clothing; black jackets, jeans, and boots; perfect for blending into the night. Each man carried a weapon, mostly pist

Kamala drove into La Villa Avenue some few minutes later. Despite the calm appearance, but one could even tell that there was something going on. Several police vehicles were parked along the street, their blue and red lights flashing slightly. Uniformed officers moved about, talking to each other or checking the area. Some of them carried handcuffs and batons on their belts, while others had rifles slung over their shoulders. A few were stationed near the mansion where the shootouts had taken place, keeping an eye on the surroundings.Kamala parked her car at the far end of the street, ensuring she wouldn’t block any of the ongoing police activity. She stepped out, carrying her black bag and walked toward the mansion.As she approached the house, one of the police officers stationed near the gate noticed her. He was a tall man with a serious face, wearing a bulletproof vest and holding a notepad.“Excuse me, ma’am,” the officer said, stepping forward to block her path. “This is a res