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BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES

The police had barged in on the scene immediately and Steven led them to the part of the apartment where I left Brian.

“Here,” the kind officer handed me a handkerchief, which I placed on my face, drying my tears.

“They shot him,” I said in a shaky voice, amidst tears.

“They killed him,” I continued in lamentation, seated at the back of the police vehicle.

“Ma’am, we can assure you that these men would be brought to book, and we would do all we can for Mr. Craig,” the police officer said.

There were five vehicles of the police and while seven of the men had gone in with Steven, about ten police officers surrounded the apartment with ammunition.

“This is the BPF, you are surrounded. This is the BPF, you are surrounded,” one of the officers kept calling.

The continuous sirens and flashes, noises and gunshots had me shivering and I couldn't bring the flow of my tears to a stop.

‘It’s all my fault,’ I thought, watching the apartment exit closely in anticipat