Wrapped Around Your Finger The Police の小説・ストーリー

I reached out with my free hand, gently wiping it away. "They have a lead, despite the damage," I continued, imbuing my voice with as much confidence as I could muster. "The police are determined, and they're exploring every possible way to catch him."

Involuntarily, the fingers of my right hand begin to touch the control wheel little by little until Justo takes it and weaves it with his own, his thumb touching my knuckles. It takes a few minutes before the policeman leaves, so my nerves are full when I see him standing in front of his truck. Justo is responsible for turning on the police radio I put in the Jeep in the middle of the year, when the officer turns his head away, speaking clearly into his own radio. "Station, I'm 10-97 years old and there's no one here ." It's a 6-5-3. — Duplicate.— Prank call. Go back to your watch.

His jasmine photo Immediately the police sees this photo The police man shout and rush to thier car Police : this one is a terrorist ooooo Everywhere. Don scattered The police man run away with thier car. Victor is still wondering when the police return with 20+ police car. Before victor know it. He have been hand cuffed Police : you're arrested Victor : I did nothing They have give him like three hit. On his back with (kondo) Police : the girl you're asking for is the blood fox And she have already destroy everything

I didn't miss the hatred and anger in those sapphire eyes that resembled her son's. “We are police officers from the Xiaomi Central police station,here is a warrant of arrest for you.”My heart stopped beating for a second…

The policeman asked and as soon as he did, I retrieved the knife from where I had initially kept it in my pocket, inside a plastic bag, and handed it to them. “I picked it up earlier… with a hand glove and so the initial fingerprints should still be on it.” The policeman smiled at me, patted me on the shoulder and before leaving, he turned around to ask; “is there anyone you suspect sir, or anyone you were recently in a rift with?”

It was just a waste of time. "I thought you have searched the whole room already!" he said furiously. He was getting displeased by their actions. "We are just making sure we leave no stone unturned" one of them replied him. "No stone unturned" he chuckled. "That sounds great" he lauded and clapped his hands. After some minutes, one of them whistled,the other one rushed at Raymond and handcuffed him to the back. "This is the bracelet we are looking for. I'm sorry,we are going to hand you over to the police" he waved the bracelet in front of his eyes.

With only one hand, he managed to hold Gerald’s hand. “You don’t know who I am! I tell you, going against me is a sign that you are surrendering yourself to misfortune!” Gerald, who was in pain, could no longer hold it in. He had no other choice but to leave the room. “Watch out for you!” he muttered away. *** “Get In!” A police officer shout at Nicko. The well-built man pushed his body into the police detention room immediately. The strange thing here, since he came, there is absolutely no officer who interviews and data collection of him.

Within a few steps, I was caught by Xavier again, again by the scruff of my neck. "I caught you on the run again." fuck, is that what fake law enforcement is all about?

The warrant was pulled out and shown to him, then he began to panic. "He is the one who committed a crime, why am I being arrested?" The thug asked. The policeman pulled out his phone and played a voice recording of Marcus and the thug. "You are getting arrested for plotting to murder Frederick Mills." Marcus and his thug were pushed into the police car. "Sir, he has been apprehended," the inspector told Frederick on the phone. "Good job," Frederick replied. "One person down, two to go," Frederick muttered. "What?" the policeman asked.

And now, I was being led away in handcuffs, not knowing what awaited me next, only that I was utterly alone. I stood there, frozen in shock, as the police officer approached me with a stern expression. "Ma'am, we have to take you into custody," he said firmly, holding up a pair of handcuffs that gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights. Panic surged through me like a tidal wave, and I shook my head desperately, tears welling up in my eyes.