Naughty Annabelle

Adam's POV

"We're still on the prowl Mr Stone, we'll keep a look out and whatever news there is, we'll be sure to convey that to you," the police chief's voice filtered through the phone.  

His words did not give me relief. At least not like I had hoped it would. Tom hadn't been found yet.  

That bastard was sneaky. I ought to give him that credit. When he had walked into the restaurant ready to deny ever being involved in a crime, I could have sworn that if I hadn't had proof, I could have believed with how strongly he spoke, trying to convince me that he wasn't involved in any crime.  

But the minute he realized that the gig was over, he had bailed. It had been something like an action movie. He had raced out past the back of the restaurant. When the police men had tried lunging after him, he had taken down one with his fists and bailed, bar