#92 “It Could be A Game-Changer.”

After reading the email, Alexander decided to contact Benjamin to tell him what he had found and to ask him how things were going with the investigation Benjamin was conducting.

“Tell me you found something Alexander,” Benjamin says by way of greeting.

“I have something. I’m emailing you what my secretary found,” Alexander says. Alexander’s fingers click quickly on the keyboard as he forwards the email.

There was a long pause while Benjamin read all the information. Alexander also went through the ranks again and again.

“Interesting…” Benjamin drawls.

“What’s interesting?” Alexander hurriedly asks. “Tell me you got something too.”

“I checked the cameras near the apartment where the murder happened, “Benjamin begins.

“And?” prompts Alexander.

“I traced the mysterious man’s movements. He appeared in the vicinity before Sophia entered the abandoned apartment. The surveillance footage shows him with a black bag, and it’s clear that he was orchestrating events from the shadows.”

The words hung in the air, a revelation that unraveled the tightly wound threads of deception. Alexander’s mind raced, connecting the dots. “This wasn’t some random encounter. They planned this – the mysterious man and the deceased’s girlfriend. They wanted to frame Sophia.”

with conviction, “Exactly. This goes beyond mere coincidence. They set

them. I will make sure

sentiment, “OK, keep me

he wouldn’t be able

left the hotel room once again that day. He no longer felt tired or hungry. He just wanted to end this horror as quickly

heavy with tension as Alexander approached the home of the deceased. He took a moment to steady himself, the gravity of the situation pressing on his shoulders. He raised his hand and knocked firmly on the door,

creaked open, revealing Cassie. Her eyes

a feigned innocence in her voice. Alexander met her gaze, his expression serious. “I’m looking for answers, Cassie. Answers that could save

demeanor faltered, and she arched an eyebrow. “You

as a suspect,

surprise and apprehension. “I’ve already told

Whatever your motives were for providing false information, now is the time to set things right. Go to the police station and correct your statement. Help us

“I don’t know what you’re talking

seized the moment and peered past Cassie into the dimly lit interior of the apartment.

alone. Alexander left happy, he got the confirmation he wanted. He knew that Cassie was lying and he knew

Swift and purposeful, he made his way to the police

to Sophia’s freedom. Alexander’s breath caught in his throat as he entered, the familiar scent of bureaucracy and diligence permeating the air. He approached the front desk, his eyes locking on the uniformed

voice unwavering. The officer, ever vigilant, directed him to Detective Turner’s office. As Alexander navigated the labyrinthine corridors, anticipation mingled with anxiety. The door to Detective Turner’s office

in paperwork. He cleared his

I do for you?” Detective Turner asked his tone a blend of professionalism and curiosity. Alexander wasted no time. “I’ve got information that could change the course of

Turner motioned for Alexander to sit, his pen poised

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