Chapter 152

"That idiot’s taking too long," Frederick grumbled as he paced back and forth in his cell. "He said everything would be ready before lunchtime."

"He’s probably got diarrhea again, so that’s why he’s not here," Vanessa sighed.

The police had placed them in adjoining cells, which was a small comfort, though it was obvious they were kept together so they could be more easily watched. Still, it was better than being thrown in with the general prison population.

"Tch… how long does it take to get a signature?" With each passing minute, Frederick felt time dragging on. He couldn’t understand why this was taking so long—he had always secured those kinds of signatures in seconds from his previous victims.

"Relax, love," Vanessa said optimistically. "He’ll be here soon with the good news. He’s probably just finalizing the paperwork to get us out of here."

"You’re right, my love," Frederick sighed, finally stopping his pacing. "And once we’re out, we’ll figure out how to deal with those two