"How did it happen?"
Richmond dashed out of Hazel's apartment building to meet a woman who had reported yesterday that her car had been stolen by a foreign man.
This morning the woman found her car parked in front of her apartment building. Then a mail courier gave her a medium-sized envelope without a clear sender's identity. At first she was afraid to open the envelope. Especially after her car was stolen by a man whose identity the police suspected as Calvin McAdam. Throughout the day she became very scared and just hid in her apartment while watching a movie to get rid of her boredom. But suddenly this morning she had to get out of her apartment. A security guard knocked on her apartment door and said that her car was parked in front of the apartment building. Not believing what the man said, she finally went downstairs to check the whereabouts of her car.
"Are you Miss Lola Elizabeth?"
"Yes, that's me."
“Richmond Shelter. Police detective
Following Hazel's lead, Calvin drove toward Idaho via Interstate-82 E towards Yakima, and they were now in Oregon. It was raining heavily in Oregon when they entered the city at seven o'clock in the evening. Strong winds blew violently throughout the city. Many cars decide to slow down or stop at the nearest rest area to avoid the various bad things that come from deliberately driving in the middle of a storm. Inside the silent SUV, Calvin was still concentrating on the road ahead which was dark, slippery, and occasionally the steering wheel seemed to move on its own when a strong wind began to blow against the car he was driving. It was clear that the trip was very unsafe for them. But Calvin saw no sign of Hazel wanting to quit. Ever since they had escaped police investigation five hours ago, the woman had remained silent, staring blankly at the window. None of the topics they discussed during the long journey from Seattle to Oregon. They still have half way to go
Water from the shower rained down on Calvin as soon as he entered the shower cubicle after removing all his clothes and storing them neatly in the closet. Calvin closed his eyes for a long time under the warm water that flowed down from his head, then his face, until it ended under his feet. He hadn't felt this calm in a long time. Calmness that can really make his body relax and not feel anxious. But he did not forget that he was still a fugitive. Until he finds the evidence to uncover The Witness' identity and find the real killer, he will still be Seattle's most wanted fugitive. As he rubbed the bar of soap all over him, Calvin thought of Hazel. No sound was heard from the woman outside. Maybe she ran away while he was taking a shower. His voice echoed softly, but he refused to believe it. They've been together so far. It's gone so far to have to sacrifice a lot. The woman had to sacrifice her kid to be left at the government shelter. After this he could not interfere wit
Hazel jumped up with a dazed expression on her face. It took her a few seconds to realize where she was. She was about to scream Emily's name before she realized she was in a motel with Calvin waiting for the storm to subside outside. But the strange silence caused Hazel to straighten herself on the bed, observing the silence around her. I’m alone? He tried to contain the panic that was starting to soar in her mind. Fear haunted her until now she felt sick to her stomach. Gastric acid immediately filled the empty stomach cavity. And before things got any worse, she began to close her eyes and count from one to ten to calm her panic-stricken heart. She couldn't panic, she cried to herself. Calvin couldn't left her. The man might be going out for coffee or getting something in the car. For five minutes Hazel mumbled to herself like a madman to calm her chaotic mind. After that she immediately went to the bathroom to clean herself. She hoped tha
As usual, she did the things that needed to be done and picked up every incoming call for her boss. But for the past three days, she feels that her work is so boring. Incoming calls actually always come and go to just convey their concern for what happened to her boss. But without the presence of her beautiful and kind boss, this office feels empty. Eden missed Hazel so much and hoped that she would soon return to work as usual. "You must be her secretary." Eden lifted her head from the brightly lit computer screen. Behind the thick-rimmed glasses, she saw a man in a police uniform and badges pinned to his uniform staring at her with a sharp and impatient look. Then behind the policeman's body, hidden another policeman whose facial expression looks friendlier than the first policeman she saw. "Yes, my name is Eden Burke." "I know." Pointing to the nameplate in front of her desk, the grim policeman said, “It's listed here. I wonder where Judge Hazel Ha
The sound of tires stomping on gravel creaked loudly as Calvin's car pulled into Hazel's house in mountain area. Inside the quiet house, there are many flower pots that are still very well maintained and also emit a fragrant aroma. From Hazel, Calvin knew that the pots were still being cared for by a neighbor who was not as close as he imagined. Hazel's closest neighbor was four hundred meters to the west. While on the east side, the house is bordered by a vast wheat field which looks stunning when the gentle breeze begins to blow this afternoon. "I didn't think that a great judge like you would actually be a mountain woman." Hazel knew he was going to make fun of her, but she chose to ignore it by walking over to the doormat at the front door to retrieve the house key that had been there for years. "Sorry, maybe this didn't live up to your expectations." "What?" "This house." Calvin immediately swept his gaze across the modest house w
"Ms. Emma, I found this flower among the bushes.” "Wow, that’s beautiful flower Jordan." Emma smiled gently at the blond boy whose cheeks were rosy from the sun. But even though it's hot, outdoor activities always make the kids happy. They seem to be able to express themselves more freely. And most importantly they can run here and there to be closer to nature. Emma is always happy to see their joy. It made her heart filled with boredom from her bland married life become better. They really are a great antidote to her broken heart. "This is for Ms. Emma." A little girl shyly gave Emma a pink flower that grew wildly around the hospital garden. Appreciating the little girl's sincerity, she then crouched down and took the flower gratefully. “Beautiful flower, Emily. Thanks very much." “This flower is like Ms. Emma. Ms. Emma makes me miss mommy." Emma frowned as she stroked the girl's head gently. Not all children
Calvin turned to her with a furrowed brow. Just now the woman said something that sounded a little different from their previous plan. While still concentrating on the fairly busy street in front of him, he asked Hazel one more time to confirm the woman's words. "You were sayin’ about? Tacoma?” "Yes. Take me to Tacoma. I want to stay overnight there. You don't mind, do you?" "No. Actually we still have plenty of time, so I'm pretty relaxed. Just what are we going to Tacoma for?” He was starting to think that Hazel had gotten carried away with him these few days that she wanted one more stopover that had absolutely nothing to do with their plans. But is Hazel really that kind of woman? He doubted she had that thin of a defense against a man's charm. If she wasn't a tough woman, she would have had another lover or partner after Rick. So of course this is definitely not that. "Katrina. I want to go there to see her house. I haven't been t
Her heart was beating fast, and she was a little embarrassed when she felt the man's gaze on her several times when they were in the same car like this. Pedro is a kind and gentle man. His past with his wife who has cancer makes Emma feel sympathy for the man. These days Pedro often comes to the park, where she takes care of the children. He showed a very high interest in the children who were busy running here and there. Sometimes Pedro also helps her to put the kids in order when it's nap time. Even though he only had thirty minutes to visit the daycare, it felt like it meant more than anything to Emma. Pedro's attitude indirectly shows real sincerity. Compared to other people with a style that is too pretentious, Pedro looks much better with his attitude that is still willing to make time in the midst of his busy schedule as a businessman. "This is your house?" "Yes, this is my house." Tucking a strand of her hair that hung down the side of her face, Emma thanked