Who kill my Bestfriend?

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Oʀʟᴀɴᴅᴏ, FL 📍
Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 13ᴛʜ

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Malcolm Hayes Estate 📍

Detective Martin hung up the phone, the conversation with Chandler and her friend Cole echoing in his mind.

Imani had been missing since this morning, and now, hearing Rayleigh's frantic call about Imani hiding from Deven and his father Malcolm, the urgency hit him hard.

He glanced across the room at his partner, Detective Harris, who was busy at her desk.

"Harris," Martin said, his voice tight with tension. "We got a situation, Rayleigh just got a call from her-on a burner phone. Imani hiding from Deven and Malcolm Hayes. Says they're going to kill her."

Detective Harris straightened up immediately. "Where is she?"

"Rayleigh doesn't know exactly, but Imani is terrified, hiding somewhere. We need to move on this fast." Martin reached for his holster, strapping it to his side.

"We're pulling up to Malcolm Hayes' mansion. Get the team ready. This could get ugly."

Within minutes, the precinct was a flurry of activity. Officers geared up, loading into patrol cars, the sound of radios crackling filling the air.

Martin and Harris led the convoy, lights flashing as they sped through the streets toward Malcolm's lavish estate.

When they arrived, the mansion loomed before them, its driveway lined with sleek cars, a stark contrast to the chaos of the situation.

As the police fanned out, guns drawn, Malcolm Hayes and his wife Senah were just getting out of their car, clearly taken aback by the sudden show of force.

Martin wasted no time. "Malcolm Hayes," he called out, his voice authoritative. "You and your son, Deven Hayes, are under arrest for the kidnapping of Imani Evans."

Malcolm, ever the calm businessman, raised his hands in mock surrender, his lips curving into a half-smirk.

"This is absurd, Detective," he said coolly. "You have nothing on me."

Martin ignored his tone, stepping forward to cuff him. "We'll see about that." He glanced over at Harris, who was focused on Senah.

"Where's your son, Deven?" Harris asked, her voice sharp. "We know he's involved. Where is he?"

Senah stood frozen for a moment, her confusion evident.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, her eyes wide, darting between Malcolm and the detectives. "Kidnapping? Deven would never-"

"Where is he?" Harris pressed, her eyes locked on Senah's.

Senah blinked, still trying to make sense of everything. "I'm not sure," she said finally, her voice trembling. "He could be at our second house. He and his brother Davon live there."

"What's the address?" Harris demanded, her patience wearing thin.

Senah rattled it off quickly, her voice cracking as she looked at her husband, who was being escorted into the police car by Martin.

"Malcolm," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "what is going on?"

Malcolm, ever the composed figure, turned to her briefly. "I'll be fine," he assured her, a hint of arrogance in his tone. "Call my lawyer."

As Martin shut the door behind Malcolm, Harris barked orders into her radio. "We've got an address. Let's roll. Everyone move out, now."

The team scrambled, loading back into the vehicles as they sped off toward the second house, every moment ticking away, knowing that Imani's life was on the line.