#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.”

beyond mere coincidence. They set

of determination ignited within Alexander. “We need to expose them. I will make sure that this evidence goes

sentiment, “OK,

more details before hanging up. Alexander knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep

day. He no longer felt tired or hungry. He just wanted to end

a moment to steady himself, the gravity of the situation pressing on his shoulders. He raised his hand and knocked firmly on the door,

eyes widened in surprise at the

Alexander met her gaze, his expression serious. “I’m looking for

guarded demeanor faltered, and she arched an eyebrow.

tone unwavering. “She’s detained as a suspect, and I know

with surprise and apprehension. “I’ve already told the police everything I

your motives were for providing false information, now is the time to set things

“I don’t know what

peered past Cassie into the dimly lit interior of the apartment. Luxury shopping bags lay scattered on the floor,

leaving Cassie alone. Alexander left happy,

revelations and the responsibility that now rested on his shoulders. Swift and purposeful, he made his way to the police station, the echoes of his footsteps mirroring the racing

held the key 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

someone in charge,” Alexander declared, his voice unwavering. The officer, ever vigilant, directed him to Detective

in paperwork. He cleared his throat, drawing

Detective Turner asked his tone a blend of professionalism and curiosity. Alexander wasted no

Turner motioned for Alexander to sit, his pen poised above

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