Wrapped Around Your Finger The Police Novels & Stories

he asked in shock. I smiled. "Well, it's because you have the most epic cover, mister. Is there a pilot wearing eyeglasses? Anyway, the police will do further investigation. You can still have a lawyer with you to defend you. Nevertheless, you're still our number one suspect." He couldn't do anything when the police pulled him over. I thanked and apologized to the five people whom we have bothered. I know that Dave wouldn't dare to ask for an apology so I did instead.

he says as he glares at me, "Reza helped me break into the museum." "There was no evidence of any other person at the museum, we checked the whole building. Roof, grounds, and basement. Only your fingerprints and the bullets," says the guy in the suit. "Take him away," says Officer Tatcher. The two officers restraining him nod and heave him away. The guy who searched his locker hands the ring to the guy in the suit then follows the other two. Cyprus screams profanities and curses and thrashes about. But the two capable officers hold him.

The search party exchanged bewildered glances, their minds racing to comprehend the sudden turn of events. Don, being a fellow police officer, stepped forward, his hands raised in a gesture of cooperation. "Hold on, we're here to help," he began, his voice trembling slightly with a mix of confusion and concern. Before he could finish his sentence, the officer's hand lashed out with surprising force, striking Don's hand and causing his police identification card to slip from his grasp. The metallic clatter of the card hitting the ground echoed through the tense atmosphere. "What is the meaning of this?" Don's voice quivered, a mix of disbelief and anger simmering beneath the surface.

“I got… caught up with something. My investigators are already working on delaying the police investigation, so it’s gonna take a while before anyone comes knocking on your door to ask questions. And the blackmailer-” “She sent me something this morning.” I cut in, raising my phone towards him. He reached out to take the phone from me, and that’s when I noticed the bandages wrapping his fingers all the way up his entire large hands to his wrists. My mouth dropped open. “Oh my God, what happened to you?” He looked up from my phone to meet my eyes quietly, “I broke something. It cut me. It’s not that serious.”

He said showing them his screen. A notification sounded on the officer’s phone. The other officer leaned over and unlocked my cuffs. “Miss, please stay away from trouble next time.” The cold metal slipped from my wrists. I rubbed the sore skin as I climbed out of the police car. “And glass bottles.” The other officer spoke and got in. Seconds later, the patrol car disappeared down the road. An awkward silence settled between Winston and me. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at him. Keeping my eyes fixed on the pavement, I spoke quietly.

After Lillian was safe, Madeline reached out her hand to Jeremy. Jeremy spotted the blood on Madeline’s arm. However, at this moment, he could not do anything else other than give his hand to her. The moment he reached out his hand, the police suddenly put the handcuffs on his wrist. “Jeremy Whitman, you’re suspected to be involved in a murder. You’re arrested.”

And tonight, she has been stolen from me. I clench my fist. I can still hear the vague words of the police: "We are doing everything to find her." But I know this refrain all too well. The authorities progress, yes… but with their slowness, their protocols, their doubts. I cannot wait. Not another minute. I grab my phone and dial a number I know by heart. Three rings, then a hoarse voice answers. — Sir? — It's me. I want you to move, immediately.

"Be careful! She's a carrier of AIDS!" The police did not cower though. Their bodies had been properly covered up, and there was no other exposed skin other than their face. A policeman approached Lana quietly, clamping down on her other hand before she could notice him. Lana screamed. But she had not even finished reacting when her arm had already been twisted behind her back. The other hand that Lucas had been holding was quickly "taken over" by the policeman. Lucas let go, his body swaying a little. Thankfully, another policeman came over quickly to hold him. That was why Lucas did not fall onto the floor.

My arm was scraped, but nothing broken. Police cars screeched to a stop, surrounding me like a prisoner which I was now. Doors flew open as they pointed their guns at me. I raised my hands slowly. One of them grabbed me and yanked my arms behind my back. “You’re under arrest,” a cop growled as he clasped the cuffs around my wrists. “Don’t say a word.” Another officer stepped closer, a detective by the look of him. “Kael Noirfang,” he said. “Took us long enough to get something real on you.”

They'll understand when I explain everything. The sirens grow louder, closer. I make my decision—I'll wait. I'll tell them what Jeremy tried to do, how this person saved me. They'll have to understand. But before I can move, a hand clamps around my wrist and yanks me into motion. "Are you fucking insane?" the stranger hisses, dragging me toward the shadows behind an overturned dumpster. Their grip is iron, unbreakable. "The police were about to catch you with a dead body!"