Lucas's hand dipped into his pocket, and Emma squinted in suspicion. "Please don't tell me you intend to propose to me in a damn cell," she quipped, a flicker of humor creeping into her otherwise serious tone. "Hell no," Lucas chuckled, shaking his head as he produced a handkerchief and handed it to her. "I am not that foolish to that in this vulnerable state." Emma accepted the handkerchief, her smile widening as she blotted her tears. The soft material was a soothing balm. The tenseness in the atmosphere seemed to dissipate, replaced by a moment of mutual warmth. "I will speak with Tina, see what she has to say," Lucas vowed, gripping Emma's hand. His touch was reassuring. "I pledge to return later this evening. If i can't make it this evening, I will return tomorrow morning, no matter the circumstances." Agreeing with a mix of relief, Emma nodded. "Lucas," she gently began, "you can confess that you had foretold this outcome. I know it lingers behind your mind." Lucas grin
There was a momentary pause in Emma's heartbeat, followed by a sudden jolt as she jumped in fear. "Why are you observing me while I sleep?" she gasped, trying to steady her breath after the fright. The woman let out a low, unsettling chuckle. "You look beautiful when you sleep," she said, her smile twisted in a disturbing manner. "It's a shame you're confined in a cell." With another eerie grin, she turned away. Just then, the heavy door to the cell area creaked open. Emma saw the lawyer walking in with Lucas by his side, and a glimmer of hope ignited within her. She quickly stood up, walking towards the bars of her cell with eager anticipation. Her wide eyes and trembling fingers clung to the cold metal, awaiting their approach. An expressionless police officer followed closely behind, unlocking the cell bars with a loud clanking noise, and gesturing for Emma to come out. Emma's hesitation was fleeting as she glanced back at the lady lying on the floor, motionless and silent
"The apartment in which I formerly reside where is being investigated now...." she revealed, her voice lowering to a hushed whisper as if worried about being overheard, "belongs to Mr. Ethan. I surmise that he has a strong motive to lay the blame on me, especially given that I was conducting research on him." She nibbled on her lip, feeling anxious and unsettled. The lawyer's eyes widened slightly. "Now that is interesting," he mused, more to himself than to her. "Please, continue." Emma's fingers intertwined tightly, her knuckles turning white. "Upon moving in, I discovered a hidden CCTV camera observing me. Despite its covert positioning, I stumbled upon it a few days later. I removed and destroyed it." She hesitated before adding, "It was no secret that I suspected Mr. Ethan of being involved in my father's death. He was aware of my investigation into his actions." Her lawyer continued to jot down notes, his brow furrowed in deep concentration. Finally, he met her resolute gaz
Emma straightened herself upright, eager to give every information necessary to help keep her sister safe, "She is 27 years old. Her name is—""We can gather basic information from records," he interjected in a resolute yet courteous tone. "Tell us about her physical appearance, her relationship with people, Did she mention anything lately that implied fear or discomfort?"Emma nibbled on her lip, her thoughts racing back to their last exchange. "She is... she is very sociable, always the life of the gathering. Nothing stood out as unusual."The door flung open, and the second officer returned with an evidence bag held high. He handed it to his superior, who promptly handed Emma her phone. She fumbled with it, her fingers trembling as she attempted to switch it on."It's dead," she stated, raising her eyes to the officer with a mix of frustration and trepidation."Who has a charger?" the officer inquired, scanning the room.“I have a power bank and an iPhone cord," Mr. Harrington, who
Emma's trembling fingers hovered over the phone before she mustered the courage to dial the number. "Hello," she called, her voice betraying her anxiety. The threats never stopped. It's already turning to a horrible nightmare. Everyone she knows, everyone related to her, is automatically in grave danger just because she is hell-bent on uncovering Ethan Maddox dirty secrets."You said I should call you whenever I needed something," she began, her voice cracking with emotion. "I need you to help me get my sister to safety. She's likely been kidnapped." Despite the lump in her throat, she managed to swallow her fear. The image of a helpless shirley being tied, her eyes filled with fear and cry for help came into her vision, the thought of her sister being in that position nauseated Emma.Emma listened intently to the voice on the other end, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes," she replied finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll send you the video. Thank you." With a tremblin
Lucas retrieved the crumpled note from his pocket, smoothing out the creases with his fingers. The worn paper revealed a detailed image of a building painted in vivid blue and white. He squinted at it, eyebrows knitting together. "Why would anyone paint on a dollar note?" he muttered, the confusion clear in his voice.He shook his head, the absurdity of the situation gnawing at him. "This makes no sense," he said, more to himself than anyone else. Frustration seeped into his actions as he balled up the note again, preparing to discard it. But Emma's hand shot out, stopping him mid throw."Wait," she said, her tone urgent yet calm. She gently took the bill from his hand and sank into the nearby couch. Her eyes narrowed in concentration as she scrutinized the note, turning it over and over. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft rustle of the paper as Emma handled it.Lucas watched her, curiosity piqued. "What are you doing?" he asked, stepping closer.Emma didn't look up. She li
"Are you there, Emma?" Mr. Mario's voice drifted to her ears, pulling her from her thoughts. She blinked slowly, the haze lifting from her mind."Yes, I'm here," she said quickly, realizing he couldn’t see her nod. She rubbed her forehead, trying to relieve the tension."A warehouse?" Emma’s voice trembled as she held her breath."Yes, the abandoned one downtown, with the peeling blue paint, we could not get a hold of the men, they were gone before we got there." Mr. Mario replied. "But that's not what matters. Your sister is safe. Can you come see her?"Emma’s heart pounded. "I don't know, but I'll let you know soon. Thank you for reaching out to me." She ended the call, her hand shaking slightly as she lowered the phone.She turned to Lucas, who watched her intently, curiosity etched on his face."You didn't tell me someone was helping you look for your sister," Lucas said, his brow furrowing. "Especially not Mario Rodriguez."Emma shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "It slipped
Lucas slammed the door of his car shut as he got in. Emma would be furious if she found out he had gone to see her sister first, making him miss the cell lady she's eager to keep safe and meet.He thought of going back to the police station to get more information from the front desk lady, but he knew that would be suspicious, and the last thing he needed was that.Lucas slumped against the steering wheel of his car. He pressed his palms against his temples, trying to quell the rising panic threatening to consume him. What was he going to do now?With a heavy sigh, Lucas started the ignition and pulled out onto the main street. He drove aimlessly, the passing scenery a blur of colors and shapes. He scanned the sidewalks, hoping against hope to catch a glimpse of the lady, but that was to no avail, she would have been long gone by now.An hour passed with no sign of her. Frustration gnawed at Lucas's insides, mingling with the guilt of letting Emma down once again. He pulled over to th