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The silence of the library was heavy, the air was thick with the scent of old paper and our combined arousal. Eventually, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty but satisfied. He helped me straighten my clothes, his touch was gentle now, as if the professor was back. He walked me back to the table, his arm was placed around my waist, and we sat down to talk, but the mood was different now. The tension had been broken, but the connection remained. Pinky felt a flutter in her chest as she read the story. It was so vivid, the setting so unexpected the library, the shelves, the intellectual environment.

I learned a little to his right ear. “I’m not the weak little Clara anymore who you used as a mere puppet once. So get lost before I make you mute for eternity.’’ I whispered in a low voice and straightened my head once again. He gave me a death glare and released my collar. Then paid the bill and furiously stomped his way out of the bar. Hah, I can’t believe I won. I have to tell this to my big sister. ----------------------------------------- The Headquarters of the police detectives was in a total mess. Everyone was on edge because of the ‘might be a serial killer case. The chef was in an especially bad mood because of the constant pressure from higher-ups ups.

She would crave souls and attack both the living and the dead indiscriminately. At this time, in this frightening silence, a bunch of footsteps sounded from the staircase. Several policemen came upstairs and broke the silence in the hallway. The policemen saw the shattered window, the light bulb's glasses on the ground, the almost broken door, the men in black scattered in the hallway, and Mathew on the ground curling in pain. The police: "..." There was a strange silence in the air and all eyes fell on the newcomer. The police at the front, who seemed to be the leader of today's operation, raised his gun and muttered in confusion.

"Bella!" In the game of life; Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose. They say the police are heroes, and criminals are villains. In cinema, the heroes will win definitely. If he arrests me today, will he win? After knowing that It's me. Park Bella. His wife. His love. His life! Will he win? No, he'll not. And if I escape from the police, will I win? After realizing Shawn saw me. He knows the criminal is me? No, I will not. The fact is, what can we do now? Should I escape from him, or should he arrest me?

"You're wanted for murder, Davis. This rat is your ticket to freedom. The police apparently want you badly enough to have tailed you to my home." "My fault," McEwan said. "The truck car probably had a transmitter." "Not the point," Rodriguez said. "I'm not surprised that the police found you, but I am surprised that this Copus peccate character found you. From all you've told me, I can't imagine how this man could have tailed you to my home unless he had a contact either within the judicial Police or with the Depository Bank." Jimmy considered it. Andrie Romano certainly seemed eager to find a scapegoat for tonight's tragedies. And Alexandra had turned on them rather suddenly, although consi

suggesting a delusion of grandeur. The jibe is meant to belittle Nora's quest for truth and justice, casting doubt on her motivations and questioning the validity of her claims. As the room brims with tension, the presence of the police officers looms large, a tangible reminder of the gravity of the situation. The clash of perspectives and the mounting emotions set the stage for a confrontation that will shape the fates of those involved. Secrets, accusations, and the pursuit of justice intertwine, weaving a complex tapestry that threatens to unravel the lives of David Nashville and those entangled in this web of intrigue and deceit.

“Alright. I’ll drop a kind word in with the police.” Chelsea heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Mr. Hill.” “Don’t be in such a rush to thank me. You just got lucky.” A gleeful glint appeared in Chelsea’s eyes. Indeed, she was a lucky woman, which meant there was no doubt she could marry Caleb! Penny thought the police would be in touch with her again soon after she lodged the police report, but they still had not contacted her even the next afternoon. She dropped by the police station, and an odd look appeared on the officers’ faces when they saw her.

CHAPTER 61 New York City police station. Now Nicholas sat in his room with Noel. The two young detectives are like the envelope and the glue that cannot be separated these days. Plus, their age difference of only two years makes them quite balanced in communication. Nicholas is a leader who is able to help everyone, while Noel is an obedient and loyal partner. He is a loyal dog to a generous and warm-hearted owner. They were like a complete pair when it came to work. But the two of them in Nicholas's office that afternoon were not there to chat between men. Rather, it was to investigate the murders that had occurred over the past week.

I exchanged glances with Henry, the private detective, then subtly rolled my eyeballs towards the policemen standing beside me, who heard everything, and wondered if one, or even many of them, knew or was involved with the bad dudes at the other end. Well, the knowledge of the illegal activities going on there wouldn’t be news to them, especially those heading the police, because they were not so eager to go this deep in the first place. Well again, whatever the case may be, I wasn’t going to run away from this. Anne needed us. I put a call through to Vincent and updated him, while the other policemen called for more backup. This wasn’t only a search and rescue; it had morphed into something