Chapter 181 - Cops And Robbers (1/2)

Florence led Trisha into her living room with a sigh and showed her a childhood photo that was sitting on the window ledge, ”This was us when we were kids, Freya, Fred and I.”

In the photo, Trisha could see two little girls and a boy, all with brown hair and green eyes standing in a row. One of the little girls stood in the middle holding a toy gun, while the other two kids stood beside her with frowns. It was an extremely adorable photo.

”My father and grandfather were both police officers, so when we were little, we loved playing cops and robbers. Little Freya was always the cop, while Fred and I were always the robbers. Who would have thought that the roles would end up being reversed...” Florence sighed.

”My sister must have a reason for what she's doing. I want to help you catch her and locate your missing friend. May I join you? Perhaps I could talk some sense into her,” Florence offered.

Trisha saw the sincerity in the woman's eyes and felt sympathetic for her. As an older sister herself, Trisha understood how it felt to see one's younger sibling head down the wrong path. Trisha's younger sister went through a rebellious stage at one point, but she was back on the right path now and studying to be a fashion designer. How difficult was it for Florence to see her sister so far down a deep and dangerous path?

”I'm not in charge of the mission, you'll have to speak to the captain,” Trisha replied.

”In that case, let me drive you to him,” the woman offered as she hurried upstairs to change into a proper set of clothes.

Trisha agreed. After all, she had been left behind without a car and she didn't know how long it would take before Oliver came back for her.

...

Over at Covent Garden, Freya's partner phoned in the disturbance and decided to take everyone down to the police station for further questioning.

”Officer Brown, we can't fit everyone in one car. You take those three and I'll take the rest. See you back at the station,” Freya's partner said as he pointed to Halia, Jackson, and Oliver.

Freya furrowed her brows and sighed. She was still unclear about Halia's identity, but at least, the woman didn't seem to recognize her, so she nodded her head and gestured for the three to follow her.

”This way,” she said as she started walking.

Jackson, Halia, and Oliver glanced at each other; it seemed God was on their side. They now had the woman alone...

As they turned the corner into a quiet street, Halia saw the opportunity and quickly threw a karate chop onto the woman's neck, knocking her unconscious. Jackson and Oliver then covered her in a coat and carried her to Oliver's car.

”Do you have anywhere quiet and secluded that we can take her?” Jackson asked Oliver.

Oliver immediately nodded his head, ”I have just the place.”

A little while later, Oliver's car stopped outside a cemetery. ”At this time of night, there's no one here,” he smiled. ”Follow me.”

The trio quickly got out of the car and carried the woman inside.

”You seem really familiar with this place,” Halia said with suspicion as they weaved their way into the labyrinth of graves.