Get him!
“We couldn’t find any pictures of the best friend, Jacob Shipman, on any surveillance cameras, on and off the streets, because he altered his face to look like Arthur so he could use his identity.”“He did what?” Myles asked before Owen could say another word.“Her brothers are here,” Clara reported. “Save the story so you can tell everybody at the same time.”“Yeah. I still have to put everything together,“ Jeremy answered, oblivious to the people buzzing around him, amazed at his talent. “We found you, motherfucker!” He yelled at the screen. He was passionate about his work. And finding the bad guys always gave him the satisfaction that he could locate them when no one else could.“Okay folks, settle down.” Clara gestured as Regina’s brothers arrived. “We’re moving to the meeting room to accommodate everyone. Jere, we’ll wait for you there.”“I’m sending the files now,” Jeremy answered.“What you see on the screen is a picture of Jacob Shipman, 29, Arthur Johnson’s best friend and l
“We don’t know, son. We have to investigate the evidence and see if they tell us anything. But for now, our guess is as good as yours. They could be anywhere.”Raffy massaged his head, thinking about what else they could do.“I asked the team to search more about Jacob, check his credit cards, and see if he has another apartment or anywhere he could go with Regina.”“Jacob? Who is this Jacob? Johnson, are you keeping information from me again?” The chief looked at Jeremy and knew he had information he was not sharing with the police.Jeremy shared barbs with the chief about past information as the other men looked at each other and gauged what they should do.“Where else can we go? Jeremy is our best chance at finding Regina. But we have no clues to follow right now.”“How about we check Regina’s condo and see if we missed something? The angles on the pictures came from the living room, the bedroom, and the pool.”“Yes, let’s do that. Our wives will meet us there and bring us food.” R
Owen took a paper plate and poured out some of the contents, and he stopped when a few candy wrappers rolled out. “I thought Regina was smoking and hiding this in the hedges.” “Regina never smokes. Are you insane?” One of the women defended their sister-in-law. But Owen did not care. “Something about the color of the contents reminded me of the candy wrapper the detective took from the bottom of my shoe earlier.” “Owen, nobody can understand what you are saying.” Richie interrupted his mumbling. “I found this bottle among the hedges, along with four cameras, and I just show someone has been up here watching us.” “How are you so sure?” “We were on the couch, I was—and she was—” Owen turned red, remembering the day they got interrupted while Regina was giving him head. “What? Speak up,” Ronnie frowned. “Someone threw dead birds at the windows while we were kissing on the couch, but I found nothing outside, so we forgot about it.” “This happened, and you just shrugged and forgot
Nobody suspected Arthur of being a stalker or kidnapper because of his shy and friendly personality. From an onlooker’s perspective, he seemed very likable with his easygoing smile, the dimple that always attracted women, and the grey eyes that drew people in, making them want to trust him. He was what everyone assumed a nice, respectable man would look like. There were only a few short-term living accommodations in the area, so the group easily narrowed Arthur’s hiding place down to one building. And because of the data they uncovered about him, nobody flinched when they found him hiding in a hotel that was not so reputable. The hotel was known as a themed hotel, where each room had its individual style and decoration. This establishment was frequented by individuals who hired their partners for the night and had fetishes that normal women, their wives, or girlfriends would frown upon. So they hired experts in their fields to give them their pleasure. The townspeople did not like h
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Owen struck Arthur against his jaw. “Who tied you up? Do you have a partner?” “Please, you have to save Ginny. I tried my best, and he almost overpowered me.” “I’m not stupid. You did this to Regina. I thought you loved her?” “I love her so much, but you filthy bastard tarnished her body by fucking her.” Arthur’s demeanor changed from playing innocent to vengeful lover as he strained against the cuffs on his hands and feet. “Shut up! You’re the filthy bastard. You’re going to rot in jail for this.” “This is all your fault, Owen. I was there the first time you had sex in her apartment. That was supposed to be me. I was supposed to surprise her, but you came along. My pure Ginny turned out to be a whore like everyone else. Now she got what she deserved.” Owen slapped Arthur across the face to shut him up. “So you admit you did this to her?” “No, why would I hurt her? I love her.” When his feigned innocence did not work, Arthur began laughing
The group rode the elevator in silence as Raffy carried Regina close to his body protectively. Seeing her legs exposed, the men got all their button-down shirts and wrapped Regina from neck to toe to prevent revealing any part of her body. They wanted to escape that sordid room immediately, so they arranged to meet the first responders downstairs. It was so quiet that they got startled when Richie’s phone rang. It was the chief of police calling Richie to let him know Regina might be on benzodiazepine, a drug commonly known as the date-rape drug “roofie.” Given her unconscious state, it was the first thing her brothers speculated she was on, but they did not want to jump to conclusions, as misdiagnosing an unconscious patient could lead to their death. Doctors usually prescribed the drug to people with sleep disorders, but it was not produced in the country, as people could easily abuse it and handle it illegally. It acts as a sedative, knocking out people within fifteen to twenty
The Albright siblings took over the care of their sister as soon as she arrived at the local hospital. They did not have the top-of-the-line equipment at this location, which is why Richie wanted to transfer Regina to Grace Medical as soon as possible. He wanted to take care of her injuries and make sure they didn’t leave scars behind.“That son of a bitch!” Richie cursed as he inspected the wounds and bruises on Regina’s body. There were lacerations on her ankles and wrists where the rope dug into her skin. She had bruises around her neck that gave the impression of a hand, which made him hiss as he matched it with his own.Raffy did the initial inspection and applied medicine on every abrasion on her body, but he stood close by as Richie and Ronnie inspected his work. He knew it was not to criticize the job he did, but it was to find out what happened to their sister without saying it aloud.“That asshole bit Ginny everywhere.” Ronnie clenched his hand as he saw the U-shaped and ova
Based on the level of drugs in Regina’s blood tests and the amount of time she had been with Arthur, they injected her with so much benzodiazepine that was harmful to any human being. A few more doses could have led to her death.As the days went by, Regina began to exhibit withdrawal symptoms. Her temperature fluctuated so much that the nurses did not know if she needed ice packs to keep the heat down or more blankets to keep her warm.Tremors wracked her body so often that someone needed to watch her monitors every time it made a beeping sound. In her sickened state, Regina often called out for Owen, but he never came.Although he pledged to be there for Regina, Owen had to break his promise yet again. It was because at another part of the hospital, in the room they called the Intensive Care Unit, Owen was fighting to stay alive after his doctor administered surgery to stop his brain from hemorrhaging.Leaving the hospital earlier than was necessary after Arthur bashed him in the h