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"9544 Detective Matthews on dispatch. 10-65. BOLO for a brown haired woman wearing a Burn's Bar waitress uniform, 5'4, and wears glasses. Last known location was at Burn's Bar." A static voice replied on the walkie-talkie. "10-4." While Detective Shawn Matthews was giving out orders, Tessa had an intrusive thought: a vision of the dark alley that was a couple of meters away from the bus stop. She wiped her tears away and composed herself. "Excuse me, Detective Matthews? I think I know where she is." Detective Matthews stared at her for a full minute, not exactly sure how she would know since she w

Every time I tried or thought I have figured him out, he comes up with a new and heart wrecking behavior. Matthew’s phone buzzed, breaking their silence. He glanced at the screen, then quickly answered the call through the Bluetooth in his ear. “Don.” His voice firm. I turned to him, curious. I wondered what he’s going to report back to Marco. “Yes, I’ve got her.” Matthew said, his eyes flicking to me before returning to the road. “Yes, Don.” Immediately, he hanged up the call, he turned on a different direction that is clearly not heading home.

One of Them Is A Spy Chelsea's senses were sharpened as she navigated the packhouse. Something wasn't quite right, a persistent nagging feeling. Over the past few days, she had been aware of minor details, such as missing supplies, odd smells, and whispering that ceased as soon as she walked into the room. Her pulse thumping, she followed the scent trail to a remote area of the woodland. Even though the smell was familiar, there was something off about it. Chelsea noticed a figure bent over, whispering into a communication device, and she froze.

Clean. Efficient. But this mission felt different. Damien Hayes was not behaving like a criminal. He wasn’t hiding money. He wasn’t threatening people. He wasn’t abusing power. Instead, he was helping people. Emily leaned back slowly against the wall. She had spent years hunting dangerous men. Men who trafficked children. Men who laundered money through fake charities. Men who hid behind respectable faces while destroying lives in secret. But Damien… Emily rubbed her forehead. “Maybe I just don’t understand the whole picture yet,” she murmured.

She will leave for Spain soon, and I would like to spend more than enough time with her before that day arrives. “He is here.” Matthew suddenly said, bringing me back to reality. “What did you say?” I asked, looking at the direction his gaze was fixed on. “Who is here?” I asked, searching for the criminal with my eyes. “Luke Oren.” “Where is he?” “Shhhh,” Matthew cried. “I'll show his car to you when he is close. He is quite far from this spot.” James was on alert, suddenly. The rest of the men looked carefully, waiting for Matthew's next words. I, myself, looked as well, why should I miss seeing the most wanted criminal in New York?

“He's Matthew Andrews. Smart, genius, and he's skilled in combat. He was a former MMA fighter, and has heterochromic eyes…” Suddenly, everything Colin had to say became vague, that's the time he began calculating everything in his mind. Matthew was suspicious, the mere fact Matteo Andrews’ ID was already in Emerald's things wasn't just a coincidence, pushing Jude's mind to take everything off the grid and began examining things up. He examined Matthew. And the things he can remember about the kidnapper matches him very well, especially the heterochromic eyes he possessed which he has seen for many times. They began digging further until Jude already proved to himself that the suspect who has

"The Richards mansion is just a burnt ghost house, why are you so much interested in it?", Mathew asked Alan. Matthew is a thirty year old drug dealer who had a long past collaboration with Alan Richards. The work was going well when Matthew suddenly today called up for a meet because he is interested in taking Richards mansion on rent for few days.

Picking up his phone, Matthew dialed a number, his fingers tapping anxiously against the screen as he waited for his friend to pick up. “Hey, it’s me,” he said as soon as the call connected. “A wolf followed my wife. Find out what family they are from.” “How did your men miss him?” the person asked. “Some sort of cloaking,” Matthew said. “I will send out tracers,” The person answered and ended the call. Matthew had only just ended the call, when his phone rang again it was his mother. Worried that the sound would wake Emerald, “Mum,” he answered.

"Matthew is a traitor. He stole from me, then tried to use you as a bargaining chip to buy his way back into my good graces. I don't tolerate thieves, and I despise men who play games with me." He leaned forward, the shadows of the room making him look even more imposing. "Matthew thinks he’s the smartest person in the room. He believes he can find the drive he stole, hand it over, and walk away with the money he’s made on the side. But he needs you. He’s convinced the key is hidden somewhere in your shared history." "I’ve already told you," she said, her voice steadying. "I don't know where it is."

Matthew took charge of the whole situation and called in the Police to arrest Olivia and the security man. He then set up a panel of investigators to thoroughly examine the poisoning and bombing attempts against Mrs. Kelsey Jefferson. Within a short space of time that Olivia got to the police station, a call came to Matthew from the station informing him that the unnamed man and woman earlier taken into custody have just been found dead where they were kept for further questioning before charging them to court.