Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

The man abruptly halted, opting instead to raise his hands high in a gesture of surrender, "We're just here on patrol. As soon as we notice something out of the ordinary, we won't hesitate to report it to our superiors."

It was evident that Dexter's car, parked at a discreet distance, had gone unnoticed by them.

"Who's calling the shots for you guys?" Josie pressed, her tone sharp, the threat of the gun against their heads eliciting an involuntary shiver from both men.

After a moment of hesitant eye contact between them, one stammered out, "I-It's Robyn..."

This admission made it clear that these two were merely foot soldiers in Arnold's operation, assigned to patrol rather than being trusted insiders; they didn't even know his true identity.

"What was supposed to be the shipment on those ships?" Josie inquired further.

"Cash..."

Josie's gaze drifted back to the large vessels anchored in the river, as she contemplated the vast amount of capital required for such an operation-a sum that would undoubtedly attract attention if moved through conventional banking channels.

Arnold's personally escorting the shipment, huh?

"And what else?" she asked.

arms thrown up in a sign of complete surrender, "T-That's all I know. Mr. Mills wouldn't blink an eye at our lives. Even if

pager that was still attached to his back, its screen glowing with an incoming message. "Answer it," she commanded firmly. The pager came to life with a click, and immediately, a voice filled with urgency broke through, "Arnold, it's not about Mr. Dalton's trust in you-it's that your presence is needed more here." Arnold's voice, cool and detached, replied, "It's just money we're talking about. What exactly do you want me to do

me, how long have you been with Mr. Dalton?" Arnold interjected, his voice

answered, "Oh, it's

to the core,

"Weren't you the same?"

out a light

via the pager, "How's

reaction before reluctantly answering, "All

end of the month hasn't unfolded yet. Dexter's sharp; he's always been on the radar of the higher-ups for his keen instincts. We've got to tread

indeed guarding

vigilant, silently forming her next question. The other individual voiced it for her, "Mr. Vipera,

satisfaction crept into Vipera's tone,

off their belts, using them to bind their arms together, and carefully

questioned, still puzzled by

her expression, Josie retrieved the fallen communicator, retorting

daring to step into