Chapter 0100

Officer Thompson stepped out of the car and onto the curb in front of the soup parlor, a small, unassuming building with a faded sign creaking in the gentle breeze. He adjusted his hat and surveyed the area, his eyes scanning the bustling streets before focusing on the parlor's entrance.

Inside, the parlor was warm and cozy, the aroma of simmering soups and freshly baked bread enveloping him like a hug. Thompson's stomach growled in anticipation as he made his way to the back of the parlor, where Jackson was already seated, a charming smile spreading across his face.

"Officer Thompson! Thanks for joining me," Jackson said, his voice warm and inviting, his hands extended in greeting.

Thompson's eyes narrowed slightly as he did shook Jackson's hand, Jackson smile flattened as his opened hand suddenly closed.

"Jackson. What's this about? What game are you about to play at me? Why have you called me here, to a soup parlor."

He looked around and Jackson waved a hand dismissively.

"Oh, ju