As he walked through the front door, the silence of his home enveloped him. He shook off the fatigue of the fight and made his way to the kitchen. His eyes scanned the room, ensuring he was alone. Satisfied, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
The voice on the other end was distorted, unrecognizable. "Yeah, we should get it done in two days. If not, I'll kill him," the voice growled. " Our priority is to apprehend him before the police close in on us."
The voice on the other end hesitated before asking, "Do you have any ideas?"
A pause, then a curt reply: "Not yet. Let's discuss later." The line went dead.
He turned off his phone and slipped it into his pocket. His mind was already racing ahead to the police station. He needed to know if there were any developments in Stephanie's case.
The station was bustling with activity, but he spotted the familiar face of the officer in charge. "Any updates on the Stephanie case?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
The officer's expression turned grim. "Nothing concrete, I'm afraid. No video footage, no audio recordings... but we did find a suspicious phone call made to a number registered to a Christopher. Do you know anything about him?"
His eyes widened, and a sly smile spread across his face. "Oh, yeah... I know him. He's her boss." He handed the officer a photo of Christopher, and the officer's eyes narrowed.
The case had just taken a drastic turn, and Christopher's name was now at the top of the suspect list.
(At Christopher's office )
The policeman's eyes narrowed as he approached Christopher's office. "Mr. Christopher, we need to talk," he said, his tone firm.
Christopher looked up from his desk, a hint of curiosity on his face. "Of course, officer. What's this about?"
"Stephanie," the policeman replied, his eyes locked on Christopher's. "Where is she?"
Christopher's expression changed to one of confusion. "Sir, I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't know anything about Stephanie. She's probably at home with her husband."
The policeman's face turned skeptical. "The last call from Stephanie's phone was to your number, Mr. Christopher. Care to explain?"
Christopher's eyes widened, and he shook his head. "I...I don't know what to say. I didn't make any calls to Stephanie."
The policeman's voice turned stern. "Mr. Christopher, I'm warning you. Tell the truth. Otherwise, we'll have to take you in for questioning."
Christopher's face turned pale, and he stuttered, "I-I don't know anything, sir. I swear."
The policeman's eyes seemed to bore into Christopher's soul. "Fine. Let's take a look at your CCTV cameras. Maybe they can tell us something."
Christopher's eyes darted to the side, and he hesitated before standing up. "Ah, sir...our server is down. We can't access the cameras."
As they walked to the CCTV room, Christopher's hand brushed against the wire of the camera, and he discreetly cut it.
The policeman's face fell as he realized the camera was offline. "Great. Just what we need."
Christopher's expression turned innocent. "I'm sorry, sir. Like I said, our server is down."
The policeman's eyes narrowed. "We'll find out what's going on, Mr. Christopher. You can bet on that."
As the policeman left, Christopher let out a sigh of relief. But his expression quickly turned to one of panic as he muttered to himself, "What's happening? Where did that idiot go? How do I know where she is?"
YOU ARE READING
ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ
Romance"Step into a world of mystique and intrigue, where the lines between truth and deception are blurred. A gruesome murder sets off a chain reaction of events that will leave you breathless and guessing. As the mystery unfolds, secrets and lies are rev...
