The Love From Vengeance

148 SUSPECT

MASON’S POV

“I don’t get it. Why have you guys come to my house? Am I a suspect, or what?” I asked the cops who were both standing at my door.

“You came too fast about that,” the lady spoke. She was dark in complexion, and I could tell she was one rude bitch, the kind of person who wouldn’t give a fuck about anybody.

“Well, sir. We came here looking for someone,” she added.

“You came looking for someone, at my house?” I had to act like I was confused. But I could guess who or what they were talking about.

“Of course. Now get your ass off the way so we can get it,” she stated coldly.

“Okay Trinity, I think you need to calm down,” the man told her calmly. “We have to be on our best attitude, remember?”

“This is my best attitude. I don’t give about this criminal.”

“You can’t tell if he’s a criminal,” the man told her.

“You scared of this motherfucker?” She chuckled. “I ain’t scared of his ass one bit.

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“Can you both please tell me what’s going on?” I was irritated, but I tried to keep myself together. “And who is this woman calling a motherfucker?”

“You of course, motherfucker,” she answered, her tone still galling.

“Just keep it down, will you?” the man held her shoulders, but she quickly put an end to that.

“Oh I’m gonna keep it down!”

about this woman being with you earlier this morning. Harriet

Harriet

don’t know her!” the woman snarled at me immediately. Trinity, if that was her name.

down, okay?

the fuck is there

Harriet was arrested for murder. She killed a priest at the wedding of Luke Reynold and Ariel Walker. I believe you

heard about

she even join the police force? “Sir, this Harriet we’re talking about, escaped from

Do you have a

“Well, not really.”

I don’t think this search

and get out of the way.” Trinity pushed me backwards. And then she marched inside the house.

for

But we

so sure that she’s at

the cops

idea where Harriet had run to. But she was a lady with brains. It could be possible that she already flee from my apartment.

she wasn’t here, but they refused to buy that. Trinity was livid, and she kept accusing me of hiding

searching if you want, but you won’t find her here,” I said, trying

and continuing her search. The other cop, whose

rummaged through my belongings. As the cops searched every nook and cranny of my house, I could feel my patience wearing thin.

especially persistent, constantly yelling at me and accusing me of hiding the

felt like hours, they finally finished their search and found no sign of Harriet. Trinity’s face turned red with anger as she realized that I

more level–headed throughout the whole ordeal, apologized to me for the inconvenience. “I’m sorry for the disturbance, sir. We were just doing our job,” he was

of satisfaction at seeing Trinity humbled. “No problem,

storming out of my house. I let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall. That was a tough one, good thing Harriet had to capitalize. Now, where

ARIEL’S POV