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I park the Corvette in front of the resident entrance and text McKenzy to let me in. The door buzzes just as I grab the handle. I take the stairs two at a time and see McKenzy cowering beside her apartment door. I can hear shouting inside. “Stay here,” I order her. She just nods. I slam the door open and take in the scene before me. Jack, in full police uniform—with a gun—is standing over Harper, who looks terrified. Yep. It’s official. I’m gonna become a cop-killer tonight. “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I roar at Jack.

At all, actually. The officer nodded. "With him living here, I don't blame you. Not exactly a friendly neighborhood." The officer's real name was Mark Rochester, and he began to piss Rhychard off. It was as if the murder bored the officer. It was just another day in the Bottoms, life with the drug addicts and hookers. His partner, Officer Burke, was busy hanging crime scene tape around Karl's house from the front of the dilapidated structure to the river where Briggs's body remained sprawled over the boulders, his right hand bobbing in the water.

Vann wailed. “It’s a crime scene Vann. You can’t go in there.” Lemuel said, drawing the information from the general knowledge he had about things like that. The Police officer appeared then, jumping out of the grass unexpectedly and aiming his gun at Milo. He was stocky, bald with brown eyes just as Mrs. Harold had described. Officer Roger, no doubt, thought Lemuel. As the man stepped closer, the name became visible on his uniform tag. “Stop. Don’t move.” He ordered.

And kill him. "You’re still not saying anything," the policeman tried again, his voice dropping lower now. He was controlling himself, but the anger in his eyes gave him away. I was pushing his buttons without even trying. That was when I felt Craig. His presence pressing into my mind. *I’m here, Alpha.* *Good* I stood up straight, letting the chair scrape back. "Alright, Mr. policeman. I think we’re done here." He blinked, stunned, his hand twitching as if ready to stop me. "What are you saying? You can’t just—"

Hearing that I would need to pay him a bigger sum after the deed had been done, I immediately added, “I need you to take care of another person for me, Luke. He has evidence that incriminates you and I. He is blackmailing me already. Take care of him, and I will be able to pay you 80k.” “Nice one, Gabriel. You got yourself a deal,” Luke said after he chuckled darkly once more. “So, who is this other person?” He asked. “Police officer Kingsley, as he called his name to me,” I said. *** Luke’s POV I chuckled immediately again. Officer Kingsley was one corrupt officer that I knew. In fact, we had both had a deal on a cut before, and there was not a time I had not wondered how he made it into th

Just as I was almost out of bullet, I policeman stood up with his hands in the air. “Black Heart, we surrender!” a coarse voice rang out. Everyone stopped what they were doing. I turned to face the owner of the voice, it was the Agent who first paid a visit to my house after I killed Emma. “Agent Thomas, so nice to see you again. you plan on surrendering?” I asked with a smile. I really coveted this particular policeman. He had this air of a veteran soldier around him and I knew he would be a useful asset to KWE.

the same policeman tells us curtly as we walk up to him, and he leads me to the same room, the room that might just give me nightmares. Thank fuck I'm not claustrophobic, or I wouldn't know how I'd handle this fucking room with no furniture except a table and three chairs, blank walls, blank everything. "Good for you that you came back." the policeman says and I read his name tag - Daniel. Honestly, he looks like the type of dick that takes his anger out on black dudes. And women. And well, everyone who gets in his fucking way. I just nod in answer, Biden told me not to speak unless absolutely necessary.

And I smiled back. Like nothing had changed. Minutes later, I stood at the entrance of the police station. Alone. My heart hammering violently. I had left the hospital discreetly. Quietly. Like a thief sneaking after truth. Because something inside me refused to rest. “Welcome, Mrs. Blake.” I looked up. The officer in charge watched me with calm recognition. My brows knitted. “I’m Detective Decker,” he added quickly. “I came to your home about Mrs. Paula.”

He slammed his feet harder on the floor. "What about Karl?"Salem questioned when the police officer arrived by his side. The expressions on his face pulled into another state of displease. He shoved his hands forward, grabbing the police officer by his collar. "What do you mean, you lost them?" "You've got just twenty seconds to let go of my shirt, or..." "Or what?"Salem questioned, half interrupting the policeman. "You know, this could lead you to jail. Locking up a police officer is termed harassment."" The police officer whose name was Cutler, spouted, alongside hitting Salem hands off him.

Before he could process the situation, the door to the hospital room opened, and two plainclothes officers entered, flashing their badges. The smug expression vanished from Jack’s face. He looked at Stephen in panic. "Mr. York, we had a deal! You promised I wouldn’t be dragged back into the old case!" "You just need to hand over the phone you used back then. The police won’t give you any trouble," Stephen replied coolly. "What phone?" Jack tried to play dumb, but his voice wavered. "The police heard everything you said earlier," Stephen said. "You know how this works—cooperate, and things will go easier for you. Resist, and it’ll only get worse. You’ve been through this once already; you kno