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She swallowed a lump of saliva and glanced at him again and their eyes locked. She looked away almost immediately. He mustn't know she admires him. They were partners on duty and nothing more. Besides, men and relationships meant nothing to her. She is not fascinated by it. Once she tried a relationship and what she experienced and led to the breakup was a story meant for another day. &quot; Tell us how the interrogation went with Lulu&quot; Jordan asked, standing with his hand on his pistol and the other by his side. He would have to make a report that the recent murder case was related to Pascal Parker and the same set of people might have murdered them both. &quot; Lulu was Pascal's girlfriend and the only person known with Pascal. They've been dating for three years until his death. Pascal never disclosed his background to her nor any member of his family. She didn't bother as well. According to her, Pascal worked as a thug, that's the way she claims she can describe what he does. His boss is someone she doesn't know but once saw his back view. He has a bum and dresses in a unique color&quot; Tina summarised the whole story. Jordan asked if she recorded it in Tina's own words and Tina noddedd. They were all surprised when they saw her dug two fingers into her sneaker and brought out a microchip. &quot; From your sneakers?&quot; Kunle asked spellbound. &quot; Would you have preferred I left it in the tape those bandits took away?&quot; She asked, with a smirk. &quot; Oh!&quot; Isabella and Kunle exclaimed simultaneously. They were impressed. She had hidden the microchip in her sneaker. That way, even if they get away with the tape, it would be empty. Without waiting for any other comments, Jordan took the microchip from her and inserted it into a tape and it played. Lulu's voice through. In addition to what Tina said, there was a description of Pascal's boss from his back view. Lulu had Insisted that she doesn't know what his face looks like. Jordan squinted. That description fits into someone he knows. But he isn't going to just conclude that way. They needed to investigate more and come to a reasonable conclusion before they could proceed to arrest. &quot;Thank you for your hard work detective Tina, we got this because you were prudent. Thanks once again. The autopsy result for both of the victims will be out latest tomorrow, we would know which pointer we can get from there. We are only able to figure out from this statement that Pascal Parker earned his living from an indecent way. Why would he choose to be a thug and leave no trace to his family or background? I stand to be corrected though, but it can only be explained that he is living a shaddy life. People who do such things, who live the life of thuggery, gangsterism and banditry often end up terribly, they die like chickens..&quot; Jordan reasoned with his team members. Isabella excused herself and messages were sent through a walkie-talkie. As quickly as it takes to brew a cup of coffee, Collins Bruno's picture was circulated. He was on the run when he received a private message that he is on a wanted list. He sighed audibly and almost sobbed. What has he gotten himself into? Should he surrender to the police or keep running? If he was caught, his punishment was going to be more severe than if he had willingly surrendered himself. He had fled with the hope that before he would be invited for interrogation,he would have flown out of the country. But how will he escape? The border is blocked, searching for him, the airport was a different story. How can he get into the aeroplane without being caught? This has gotten more complicated than he had thought. There appeared to be no way of escape for him. His pictures are already flying everywhere on the internet. Should he surrender or keep going? No he won't surrender, never will he give up. It is better to die fighting than be destroyed like a coward. He would keep running, luck might favor him and he would cross over before the detectives would catch up with him. He wore his disguise and kept going. He must escape, he just has to escape from being caught. He hadn't gone a few more miles when there was a checkpoint. Everyone was asked to step down and Collins cursed those officers from under his breath. Who said they all needed to step down before they could check? This is a civilised world, why should they bother them before doing their work as supposed? Everyone alighted except Collins. He remained in the car and was looking out of the window. He tried to appear absent minded but the act he put up betrayed him. The Detectives became suspicious. There were two in the taxi and now, he was alone in the car with his face covered with a dark shade and his hair appeared to be a wig. He was ordered to step down. He groggily stepped down and sneezed, covering his face with a handkerchief. The officers stared at him and suddenly one of them walked closer to him and examined him. The other passenger and the taxi driver squinted. What is happening, why are these officers stopping them while more cars are being passed after being checked. The detective who stared at Collins Bruno with interest, compared the face on the picture with the one before him. He ordered that Collins remove his shade. As soon as the detective asked that, the latter knew the game was up. He couldn't escape from being caught, so he started running. Two officers made a chase. When they saw that Collins was faster, one of them brought out his gun and aimed at his leg. &quot;Boom!!&quot;</div>
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  <div class=&quot;&quot;c-mid-container&quot;&quot; data-v-c02b8710=&quot;&quot;&quot;&quot;>Jordan and Tina got into the car. They decided to go in Jordan's car in case her car had been marked. Tina was surprised when she realized that Jordan's car was bullet proof. Such an expensive car? Only a few people in the society can actually afford such a type of car. They would be safe in cases of attack. &quot; Let's have lunch, &quot; Jordan declared. He didn't seek her opinion just said what he thought was right. Tina nodded. Being in the same car with him and no one else with them, she felt his aura was chilling. She was sitting in the copilot seat and he was behind the steering. He looked expressionless as he co

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