The Prisoner Ba Paris の小説・ストーリー

“What year was he captured and sentenced to prison? We should start checking from there!“ Brian suggested. “That was almost 30 years ago!“ the warden said. “Or more than!“ He added “Yes, check if the cameras have been installed by then!“ The mayor commanded “Yes it has.“ “Now let's see!“ The mayor said as they concentrated on the screen They watched as he was taken to the prison and locked by some warders. so, what could go wrong? Exactly 3 days he was kept in the prison, they were staring at the never ending screen of a guard who went into the prison and did not come back for a very long time and the next scene was the next hour when food was sent to the cell by one of the warders. “This d

Louis said, his eyes were still fixed on the phone. “There's a traffic jam, Paris has a lot of tourists these days, and when I get your call, I'll rush over right away. What happened to Phoebe?" The other person explained and then quickly asked the main point. Louis showed that person the video he received from the kidnapper, after watching those short thirty seconds, the other person suddenly slammed his hand on the steering wheel, expressing his anger. "That's wild, does he even consider this French's laws anymore? Dare to kidnap and hold hostages right on the city of Paris. It's really unbelievable. Louis, can you guess who this is?”

FELIX ------ It had been a week since Paris, Rafael and I had that encounter outside the library. I was so quick to assume Paris was late that I didn’t even try to listen to her. The security guard had to tell me that she was actually an hour and half earlier than I was, I didn’t even notice the clean office, arranged files and the coffee in her hand. I was too busy trying to be rude to her. Later on, I was told there was a camera and a recorder in my office other than the ones we install.

It was a sleep full of nightmares, which made her wake up scared all the time. Later, she got hungry and thirsty, and she couldn't believe when someone opened the door and gave her a tray with some food and water. She didn't imagine that Jack was the type of people that would treat his prisoners well. It didn't match his reputation at all. She had always heard that he was a very bad man, so it was actually weird to see that he allowed something like that to happen. Maybe he wanted her alive to answer his questions. "You wish!" Violet murmured to herself.

she asked him. "Because I meant what I said. I never stopped caring about you people. All of you,” he replied. "Prove it," I said. "I just did. I shot three of Sal's guys to give all of you a chance to escape." The sirens were getting really close now. Now they were maybe a few blocks away at most. "We need to get going," Agent Harrison said. "The police will be here any minute." "Wait," Sofia said. "Where's the other prisoner? The young guy?"

"This wasn't where he was locked up before." "High-profile prisoners are often moved for security reasons." Belle asked, "So what did Hunter do to offend the Hannibal family? Why did you guys capture him?" The assistant stared at Belle and replied, "I don't know." Belle let the matter drop and followed him into the prison.

VAYLEN The iron gates of La Santé Prison opened slowly behind me with a deep metallic sound that echoed against the wet concrete. Cold Paris air hit my face immediately. For a moment, I just stood there. Two years ago, I walked through those gates wearing a tailored suit worth more than most people’s salaries. Now, I walked out carrying my entire life inside a transparent plastic bag. One of the officers handed it to me without a word before the gates closed behind me again. I lowered my eyes toward the bag in my hands. A wristwatch that no longer worked. A wallet filled with frozen cards. The same clothes I wore the day I was arrested.

“You wasted your time coming here.” “You operated the most expansive trafficking scheme in Paris fifteen years ago.” “Yes—fifteen years ago. And if the Butcher thinks he’s gonna carve my flesh off the bone, I’d like to see him try.” His hostility burned even hotter, like he’d jump across the table and strangle me right there on the couch. “Statute of limitations,” I said. “You’re pardoned.” He still looked pissed off as hell. “I have nothing to offer you, Bastien.”