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The Chief also had them recorded, just in case. Matthew had arranged for several reporters to be at the police station for when Mr. Wiggins was brought in. They all got good facial photos of him in handcuffs. Then Matthew held a brief press conference in front of the office building to announce to the public just what had occured. Even one of the local TV news channels had sent a crew. Later that day, the reports of the arrest of Horton Wiggins was all over the news. TV, internet, as well as newpapers ran the story.

Darian accidentally launched his into the bushes. Solana had shifted back into Serenya, now wrapped in a light blanket and sitting quietly beside Cheyenne, who was tossing popcorn at Gunner like it was a sport. “You did good today,” Cheyenne said, glancing her way. “Miss Wiggles was a hit.” “Do not call her that.” “Oh, it’s too late. I’m getting her a monogrammed saddle.” Serenya chuckled, and something warm filled her chest. Maybe it was the fire. Maybe it was this found-family feeling she didn’t realize she’d needed so badly.

She saw Colette, half-naked, sitting on the lounger and sporting fresh slap marks. Had the reporters taken photos of Colette in this state already? Ginny's legs wobbled from the shock. Victoria felt nothing when she saw Ginny's ashen face and unstable gait. Yves sighed in exasperation. "We're late. We missed the best part." Victoria was speechless. "You're interested in watching wrestling ducklings?" Wrestling ducklings? It took him a moment to understand her. He scratched his nose and heaved a sigh of relief.

Wiggy drew his sword and knocked out several Trolls who didn't notice his presence. The young man led Lillian into a gallop over to the riderless Silverwall horse, not far from where they were standing. A horse with big guts, as seen from the way he kicked the heads of the Trolls with both hind legs. Wiggy helped Lillian up first before climbing behind the steering wheel, stroking the horse's neck for a moment before slamming it down. They traversed the vast field filled with struggles between the Silverwall Knights and the Southern Falsies, occasionally Wiggy slashing swords at the bodies of Ogres or Cyclops as they passed. Even though it's not quite the kill, the attack is helpful as a dis

Ian continued. “I went to different police districts where this incidents occurred but there informations were all too vague. And basing only of what was reported, there were no direct involvement mentioned.” “ok. Let us leave that way for now. William, what do we have of Meghan?” “ Without a photo, I can’t investigate further. I shall have a copy. Mrs. Hamilton gave you this?” taking the picture from Hesus .