#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.”

conviction, “Exactly. This goes beyond mere coincidence. They set a trap, and

to expose them. I will make sure that this

echoed the sentiment,

knew he wouldn’t be able to

day. He no longer felt tired or hungry. He just wanted to end this horror as quickly as possible.

himself, the gravity of the situation pressing on his shoulders. He raised his hand and

creaked open, revealing Cassie. Her eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected

asked a feigned innocence in her voice. Alexander met her gaze, his expression serious. “I’m

and she arched an eyebrow. “You

a friend of Sophia Johnson,” he replied, his tone unwavering. “She’s detained as a suspect, and I know she’s being wrongly accused. I

and apprehension. “I’ve already told the police

motives were for providing false information,

composure slipping. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve told them the

the apartment. Luxury shopping bags lay scattered on the floor, a stark contrast

he turned to leave. The door creaked shut behind him, leaving Cassie alone. Alexander left happy, he got the confirmation

with the weight of revelations and the responsibility that now rested on his shoulders. Swift and purposeful,

that now held the key to Sophia’s freedom. Alexander’s breath caught in his throat as he entered,

ever vigilant, directed him to Detective Turner’s office. As Alexander navigated the labyrinthine corridors, anticipation mingled with

in paperwork. He cleared his throat,

wasted no time. “I’ve got information that could change the course of this investigation. I need

sit, his

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