Is Third Degree Based On A True Story?

What happens when two worlds collide? One world is filled with crime, death and destruction and the other filled with the need for justice and to serve and protect? 25 year old Agent Teagan Mulholland is about to be thrown undercover into the world of the mafia. To bring down the infamous Moretti family, a family her department have been trying to take down for 25 years. The man she needs to get close to is none other than 30 year old Don Antonio Moretti, the most dangerous man in the country. Her target, the man she needs to take down to redeem herself. But all is not as simple as one would think. Will the truth be revealed about who she is? Can love conquer all? Will everything that she has hidden come to light? Will her family’s past be uncovered? Will either Antonio or Teagan come out unscathed? Or will the betrayal and deceit destroy everything they have both worked hard for? The answers will all be uncovered.

Caroline Matthews has three rules of friendship with Maverick Thompson, her best friend since third grade: One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Three: Never fall in love with each other. She's already broken two of them. For three years, Caroline has been in love with Maverick, hiding her feelings while watching him date other girls, break up, and come crying to her every single time. She's the best friend. The safe one. The girl who's always there but never seen. When they both get into Kalewood University, Caroline decides it's time. New beginning, fresh start, perfect moment to finally confess her feelings and break the third rule. Then Riley shows up, Maverick's ex-girlfriend, the one who broke his heart, the girl he never got over and ruins everything with a single kiss. Harry, who is Maverick’s estranged older stepbrother from the family, a campus legend, and the frontman of the hottest band, is dangerous, damaged, and exactly the kind of guy Caroline has spent her entire life avoiding. Harry has a proposition: fake date him to make his ex and obsessive fans back off, and maybe, just maybe, make Maverick realize what he's been missing all along.

After my daughter was seriously injured in a car accident and suffered heavy bleeding, she was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. When it was time to sign the surgical consent form, the nurse suddenly snapped the medical file shut and pressed it down firmly. "Hospital regulations state that only immediate family members can sign the surgical consent form. What proof do you have that you are the child's father?" I was stunned. "She is my biological daughter. Do I still need to prove it to you?" The nurse retorted, "Birth certificates can be forged. How do we know the child wasn't abducted by you? If you cannot prove it, we cannot proceed with the surgery." Seeing the nurse's self-righteous expression, I trembled with anger. "I am signing the surgical consent form for my own biological daughter. Do I need to provide DNA evidence as well?" She curled her lip. "These are hospital regulations. We are being responsible for the patient. If you cannot prove the child is yours, we will report you to the police for child trafficking." After saying that, she actually called security to report it and loudly accused me of being a human trafficker. Report me to the police? I took out my police uniform from my bag and put it on. I'd show her what a split-second response was.

Our daughter, Luna Woods, developed a high fever. Her body was burning hot. I immediately dialed 911 for help. The dispatcher on the other end kept repeating his questions. He spoke slowly, as if deliberately stalling for time. By the time I finally heard the ambulance siren, Luna was already turning cold in my arms. In less than a year, my wife and I separated. We were consumed by endless grief and blamed for each other. Afterward, I merely existed for the sake of it. I was a hollow shell of a man. Then, one day, I received a wedding invitation from my ex-wife. The moment I played the audio invitation, a chill ran down my spine. The groom’s voice was identical to that of the slow, dawdling dispatcher from that year! I rushed out, utterly distraught, only to be hit by a roaring train. When I opened my eyes again, I heard Luna crying in the next room. Her forehead was burning hot. My wife hurriedly handed me the phone. “Quick, call 911! I’ll get a wet towel.” My hands trembled as I took the phone. When it was answered, I heard a familiar male voice through the receiver. “911, what’s your emergency?”

Liam Dunlap, my girlfriend's junior apprentice, bragged that he could defuse a bomb with one hand. Then he slipped. The timer began to race. Terrified, he dropped his tools and ran. I stepped in at great risk and saved the hostage. For that, I was commended. Liam, on the other hand, was condemned across the internet and faced severe disciplinary action. My girlfriend tried to speak up for him, but I stopped her. "If you defend him now, not only will your promotion be revoked—people online will come after you too." Later, unable to bear the pressure, Liam jumped to his death. Every line of his suicide note blamed my girlfriend for not standing by him. She said nothing. She simply burned the letter in silence. After that, she rose step by step from a frontline officer to a model figure in the police force. On the day I was kidnapped by criminals, she came in person to defuse the bomb strapped to me—using only one hand. She looked coldly at the device on my chest and said, "See? It can be done with one hand. Why did you all have to drive Liam to his death back then? If I had protected him at the time, the one in my position today… should have been him." The bomb detonated. I died on the spot. After I opened my eyes again, I saw her running around desperately for Liam. She didn't know—the hostage was the mayor's son.

An ordinary girl who can be defined by one word; adventurous...and well, maybe a little bit of rebellious. It's one thing that can set her soul free from everything. A boy who is known for three words; the sheriff's son. In other words—well-behaved. What happens when these two people collide? Have you ever painted a graffiti on a wall? Ever destroyed a Lamborghini? Or even try to outrun drug dealers? Well, he's about to experience that with her as The Three A.M Getaway begins.