Chapter 129:
Since entering, Harlee had kept her hands in her pockets, now casually twisting the foot she had used to strike.
âI strike when I wish. Why should I hold back?â
Just then, six police officers stormed in, taking Harlee and Ritchie to a small interrogation room.
Harlee smirked. The stage was set.
Eradicating Mauriceâs control from its roots was going to be the real entertainment.
Tasked with âinterrogating the suspects,â two officers, confidants of the police chief, knew exactly what was expected of them today. The elder officer looked over Shipleyâs medical report with a greedy smile. This could just secure him a new car.
Shipley had been a long-time pest in their precinct, with Maurice smoothing over his troubles with cash, enriching the police chiefâs close allies over the years.
The elder officer slammed the report down on the desk with a stern voice.
âHarlee Sanderson, correct? Assaulting someone in front of law enforcement? Youâre quite bold! Confess now, and perhaps the courts will go easy on you. Maintain this defiance, and not even the most powerful allies will help.â
Dealing with such incidents was all in a dayâs work for this officer.
He had long served the Diaz familyâs interests through such tactics.
Harlee stayed quiet. She shifted, crossing her legs, her chin resting on her hand, her lips twisted into a mocking smile.
The elder officer shared a knowing look with his colleague, both recognizing Harleeâs obstinate stance. She might benefit from a stint without food.
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Ritchie interjected casually, âPerhaps you should question me instead? She seems reluctant to speak, but Iâm ready to talk.â
The officers glanced at him but dismissed him as per the chiefâs orders. Ritchie was to be left for Maurice to handle personally.
Harlee finally said, âStop wasting time. Youâve got only fifteen minutes left on your break.â Saying this, she shut her eyes, blocking out any further conversation.
The officers were visibly annoyed. Who was in charge here, them or Harlee?
Harlee didnât care about any of that. She was anticipating Brentonâs arrival.
An hour earlier, as the police burst into the ward, Harlee had silently called Brenton, letting the chaos of the arrest unfold and reach him through the line without a single word from her.
In the lobby of the police station, Maurice was the first to show up, outraged that someone had dared confront his son so blatantly.
Maurice turned to the police chief, Millard Vargas.
âMr. Vargas, have you considered how we might handle that woman? I meanâ¦â
Maurice was cut off abruptly.
âHandle her? Who would dare mess with my sister?â Brentonâs cold stare fixed on Maurice.
âSo, youâre Maurice?â
Having received a call from Harlee, Brenton had only caught snippets of the stationâs name. Though details were unclear, heâd ended his meeting abruptly and sped to the station. Upon his arrival at the police station, he caught wind of a covert plan to levy severe accusations against Harlee.
His outrage was immediate.
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