It was midnight in the city of Miami, but the city was still awake. The police force was all over the city. Mr Paul’s wife had organized a search party to look for her husband. Police helicopters were moving around the city, shining their blinding lights on the roofs and doors of every house in search of the doctor. The city was in a serious lockdown, and no one was allowed to go out after reaching home. Ashley drove into her garage after a long drive and stepped out of her car, massaging her sore neck, and yawning in exhaustion as she stretched her hands in the air. She sauntered to her front door and opened her handbag, looking for her house keys. She touched the keys and grasped them, but she also saw a broken phone on the floor. She narrowed her eyes at the phone and looked around before squatting to pick it up. She flipped the phone, glancing at it. "Hmm, who must have thrown away such an expensive phone?" She muttered to herself and tapped the screen of the phone, but it was
Spike jumped on her body. She crashed on the floor with him, on her backside. He was roaring in her face as he lifted his claw to scratch her. She caught his claw in the air. Her head was hurting from the fall. "Calm down, boy. It’s me, Ashley." Ashley said in a coaxing tone, gritting her teeth in pain. She could sense that her dog was angry about something, and someone had locked him in there. He stuck out his tongue and licked her face gruffly. She pushed him away immediately and got up on her feet. "Tell me, Spike, who locked you in there?" She asked him, looking keenly at him. He barked at her a few times and started running down the corridor. He stopped halfway as he saw that she wasn’t following him. She was busy wiping dirt off her clothes. He ran back to her and licked her hand, pulling it with his mouth without biting her. She understood his gesture quickly. "That tickles. Alright, alright, I will come with you." She said, smiling at him, and started walking down the corrid
"Where did you get that? Take that away from us." One of them declared. "No! no! no! I am not going to hurt you guys with this; I want to save you." He assured them, looking into the rifle to make sure there were bullets in it. The girls were still trembling in fear, and some of them started crying while others were screaming. The room was soundproof, so the people outside couldn’t hear them. "Shhh, calm down girls, I am not going to harm you…you guys want to get out of here, right?" He asked them, and they nodded positively. "I also want to get out of here; you will all have to work with me." He said. He explained his escape plan to them; they all liked the plan and promised to help him. ****** Ashley sneezed as she got to the painting her vault was behind. She was sure Spike didn’t know where she kept her money; it seemed somewhat fishy, and Spike started barking loudly at the painting. *Woof!! Woof!* She squatted to his level, stroking his fur. "Is everything alright, boy? I
"Please take this car back to the mansion I told you about," she said. "Drive into the mansion, drop the car, I got it!" The man said he was attempting to go. "Wait! Just ditch the car somewhere around the mansion." Melody said, her boyfriend started rolling their luggage away. She looked back at the city one more time, took a deep breath, and followed him. The next day, Ashley woke up to the sounds of sirens; the sound was so deafening that it was making her ears bleed; she grunted and got down from the bed; she tied the rope of the red lingerie she was wearing, and Spike was still sleeping on the floor. She shoved her legs into the flip-flop close to her bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes as she ambled out of her room. She slowly walked down the stairs, heading to the living room, when she spotted Chris, who had been handcuffed. He was sweaty, his hair was rough, and there were red marks on his face like he had been hit a lot. Jake was patting the shoulder of a sobbing woman; he was wh
"How can you say such a thing about Chris," Ashley said, glaring at Jake, who chuckled and scratched the back of his head nervously. "As I said earlier, we are not sure Mr Chris was the one who murdered the doctor; we are still trying to get the CCTV footage of the place the crime took place and get a few witnesses… Mr Chris is a gangster, which means he must have done that under the instruction of someone." Detective Brad said. "You can ask us what you want to know," Ashley said with her hands folded across her chest and her head held high. "Since you are the leader of a fearless gangster group, you are one of our suspects," Detective Brad said, glancing at the wristwatch in his right hand. "Just get straight to the point; I have somewhere to be," Ashley said rudely. "Well, the questioning will take a few minutes of your time. I also need a place to use in your house for the questioning, or if you don’t mind, you can follow me to my office." He said. "Don’t worry, I have enough
As soon as Ashley finished wearing a stylish blue gown that reached her thigh, revealing the beautiful skin of her thigh, a knock came on her door. "Who is that? I am coming." She said, looking at her face in her crystal mirror, she was wearing a bad girl style of makeup that screamed evil; everything about the makeup was deadly and black, from the red lipstick that looked like blood to the scary black outliner that almost reached her ears. She smacked her lips together and headed for the door the moment she opened the door. Dave rushed in panting, flaunting her car keys in her face. "I-I found your car." He said slowly catching his breath. She took the key from him. "Where did you find it?" She asked, staring at the key. "I found a guy trying to ditch your car in the middle of the road; I took the car from him and got him arrested; he is in police custody." He replied. "Where did he get my car?" She questioned. "I had the cops torture him for an hour or two, he says, it was given
Xander was overwhelmed with joy at the thought that he had caught the criminals. He spoke into his walkie-talkie. "The criminals have been caught. I hope I have been automatically promoted now. I can’t wait to start learning the duties of a detective." He said to his boss, who laughed at the other end and replied. "You still have a long way to go, Mr Carter, but you've done well; come out and let’s head to the office." He replied. "Roger that," Xander replied, before making his way out of the room. The criminals were in the car with Xander and his boss, while the girls were being carried in a van behind them as they drove down the highway. "Hello Detective Kim, I hope you are doing better now, Mr Carter, has managed to bring the criminals to justice and even went out of his way to get them caught." Mr Parker praised Xander, who was smiling to himself as his boss was singing his praises. Xander made a U-turn, driving into the lane that led to the station. He stole a glance at the cr
"Hrmph…" he gasped for air and managed to pry her hand away from his tie, clutching his hurting neck in pain as he looked up at her. "What the fuck are you saying?" He asked. "What I am saying is that you belong to me now, and everything I ask you to do, you will have to do it without complaining." She said while extending her hand to Dave, who handed her a file. "Firstly, you will have to quit your job; you will only work for me, and I will decide the amount I am going to pay you for your service at the end of every month…or I might not even pay you…" she said, maintaining eye contact with him. "What sort of nonsense are you going on about?" He asked bluntly, letting go of his neck. "I'm not joking, boy. I legally own you now, and believe it or not, I have proof." She said and placed the file on top of his clothes on the ironing desk. She flipped the file open and went to the place where she wrote about owning any of Melody’s siblings if she breached the contract. "Here! This clause