The Novel And The Police นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Gerard and Nathan waited anxiously for the police to arrive, their minds filled with worry and uncertainty about Ivy's sudden disappearance. The minutes felt like hours as they paced back and forth in the living room, occasionally glancing at each other with concerned expressions. Finally, the sound of sirens filled the air, signaling the arrival of the police. Nathan rushed to open the door while Gerard stood by, his heart pounding with anticipation. Two officers entered the house, and Nathan quickly briefed them about Ivy's disappearance and the events leading up to it.

The police corps cowers in the presence of crowds or government officials, so what happened to the old man of the toilet was a freak accident. "C-can you prove you're just visiting, and you're not a member of the gang? T-they've been rioting for a whole week!" "And whose fault is it that they're rioting? If the police corps didn't murder an innocent man and his daughter, we would be living a peaceful life!" Good... he's trembling and stuttering. Dissecting him would be child's play. Being a writer came in handy. All I needed to do is create a misleading conversation that actually refers to something wholesome.

A phone number was written boldly on the book along with a name. " Detective Roman ?" I read ,puzzled. Julia beamed a smile " I thought you said the police don’t give information?" I asked still staring at the peculiarity of the name. "well, this one does" she said before leaning in to whisper "he's our little secret " I understood what she meant . Sure, every news house has that one person who reveals what others wouldn’t. I felt my heart pound at the prospect of meeting a policeman when I had so much going on in my life right now and so I tried to evade it

She comforted Natalie, "Calm down. We won't go to the police station. I know you're hungry. Let's go to eat something." The police went to the hotel and confirmed that the old man was dead. He was fatally wounded in the head. The police searched for clues in the area. During the trial, Natalie told the whole incident to the police although she was out of mind. Then she was prisoned and waited for the last sentence. In the dark prison, she merged with the darkness and looked lifeless as if she would disappear in the world soon. Livia didn't return to the apartment. She left there and rented somewhere else.

Well yes. Police officer 3 " Wonders shall never end! Why did you burn the car? Elizabeth" I had to. My colleagues are in the flames. Police officer 2 " Jesus Christ! Did you have an accident? Elizabeth" (laughs) No silly. I set the car on fire. Police officer 2 " But you said your colleagues are in there? Elizabeth" Isn't it obvious? I killed them. (Laughs) Police officer 3 " Blood of Jesus. This one dey craze o. (This one is a mad lady)

He said, “And after our call the other day, he is of the assumption that I had something to do with it.” “Well…” I said, “He isn’t exactly wrong.” Nikolai nodded to this. And I could see that I struck a nerve with that remark. But then, Daniel? Of all people? Fuck him. "So, what happens now?" I asked. Nikolai sighed. “That is what I was thinking about.” He said, "Police involvement complicates things." I studied him carefully and I could really see the tension and exhaustion in his eyes. I nudged him lightly.

Nella replied. "Your house?" "The police reported break failure and they never actually found who did it”

The city blurred past the windows in streaks of light and stone. Damian drove in silence, one hand on the wheel, the other resting protectively on Nova’s thigh. She clutched the journal tight in her lap, the USB drive sealed in an inner pocket of her coat. They didn’t speak at first. The weight of what they’d uncovered pressed between them like fog, thick, clinging, impossible to ignore. Nova finally broke the silence. “He was trying to take them down. And they made an example out of him.”

I added. “Maybe you need to use a different pen name. Did you ever think that using Nico Sticks is a sign of bad luck?” he asked casually. I haven’t really thought about that. In this age and time, surely an impression of a writer’s name doesn’t overshadow a writer’s work. Or does it? I was about to explain when we heard loud banging on the door. “Police! Open up!” ‘Blag!’ When I reached the living room, police officers already barged inside with my front door lying flat on the floor.

“But you being here makes it better.” She smiled in that way that could light up entire rooms. I smoothed her hair, trying to memorize every curve of her face. I hadn’t realized until that moment how close I’d come to never seeing her again. When Nova eventually slid off the bed, Noah helped her settle into the armchair with a coloring book. Then he came closer, his voice low. “The police are still looking for them.” I didn’t have to ask who them was. It's Catherine and Desmond.