The Police Precinct

“What have we done? What have we done?” sobbed Hazel.

“He was the only one who could have helped her. We didn’t know he would buy her and make her slave,” said Sameeksha, crying.

“He said he loved her. What the hell happened to him?” asked Ambrosia. She was a silent crier. Tears were falling down her eyes, but she was not sobbing just sniffling occasionally.

“Question is was he successful in saving her? Where is she? Is she alright? We all saw Narciso drugging her. What was in that?” asked Valentina.

“Should we ask Severino? He was at least on our side,” said Ambrosia.

“But what if Michel is with him? He won’t be able to pick up the call,” said Hazel.

“It won’t hurt to try,” said Sameeksha. “Call him,” she ordered.

Ambrosia took out her phone and dialled his number. The phone kept ringing, but he didn’t pick up. She called again and again he didn’t pick up.

“Nothing!” Ambrosia shook her head in no, tears kept flowing down her face.

“What are we going to do? You heard him, we a